Puddles

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.