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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Author:
safina (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: the natural consequence of rain.
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Comments2
Beauty in the eye of the beholder.
YES I AGREE
THANKS FOR THE FEEDBACK. HAVE A GREAT DAY
Rain when there has been drought, such a blessing. Even those muddy puddles look good. Beautiful description here in your lines. All good wishes.
yes, it is a great blessing for the parched earth and for us earthlings too. thank you for the appreciation, have a lovely weekend
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