It's been over 15 years since I last wrote a poem on my own. It took me 15 minutes to write this one in the morning. I had this on my mind for a very long time, it just need the pen to talk to the paper!

Someday, I'll write happier poems :-)


The Storm

"Why am I all alone?", cried the droplet in distress,
When the mighty river meanders far and wide,
Therein lie all my friends splashing and frolicking
While I am left to die

We spent so much time together,
Meeting new friends from stream and the lake,
Caressing the winds that swept our path,
And tugging the lonely boat in its wake

The days that we spent fighting,
Merry laughter, banter, and that naughty lie,
Yet when the time came for us to be together,
While I am left to die

"Why me?" asked the droplet,
Unable to comprehend,
Why must I live a life condemned
While the others have a friend?

Brooding at the heavens above,
It looked at the Gods with a sigh,
Praying for that faint ray of hope,
While I am left to die

The Maker gave a faint smile,
As He looked down at His child,
She was still broken and weeping,
The storm was raging ... the wind was howling wild.

The droplet was still musing
Of the days when they would lie,
Dreaming of their unfulfilled dreams,
While I am left to die

"You're never alone", said the Maker,
As the storm did subside,
The sun was out and the droplet went home.
"Sometimes you need to wait a while!"

-- Palani