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Jayasree

The Journey

A tiny drop of water

nestling in the raincloud

waiting to fall

with the music of the rains

sometimes

cradled on a green leaf

sometimes

on a blooming flower

before falling 

onto the bosom of the

waiting earth;

joining other raindrops

forming rivulets..

streams gushing and tinkling

streams that flow through

rocky terrains,

beautiful valleys and deep forests

smoothening the pebbles;

the gurgling sound 

music in the silent forest...

the tiny rain drop

journeys on and on...

the stream becomes a river

calm and serene

flowing silently

to reach it\'s goal

to be one with the sea

 to kiss the grains of sand 

on a golden beach

to wash up as waves 

on earth\'s bosom.