The puddles
That huddle
By the road-side
Which gleam
And reflect
All the neon-lights
Which sparkle
In the lights
Of an approaching car
And bring out
Very clearly
The reflection of some star-
Are fascinating
to look at
being mirrors of the deep
they reflect the activities
of car, buses or jeep.
They sparkle
They shine
They reflect
And they gleam
They are
We may say
A tiny little stream
They form due to rain –
Heaven’s waterfall
And are God’s tiny mirrors
Of the streets one and all
Yet, we, when we see, rainwater huddle
Say – oh – it’s forming a dirty, muddy puddle.
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even devoid of theological alignment
i can't deny the brilliance of this write
thank you! for choosing to share
dear poet
thank you once again for appreciating this poem...i am honored
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