Raindrops

Up from the gloomy sky

Down to the waiting earth

Sometimes it is like tear drops

Of loving mother

Falling on the head of infant

Sometimes it is tear drops

Of the lover

To the cheek of beloved

Filled with rhythm of heartbeats

Sometimes it is cool

sometimes it is too hot

Many times it was like

crying little boy

Who lost his kite in wind

Many times it was a tune

From the lip of clouds

Meditating  green earth

Rain drops

Come to awake the seeds

Come to awake the spring back

Come to pat the Sparrow

Come to the lines of a poem

To make the garden of thoughts