It was a pearly sphere, Running in aimless circles, Glittering and radiating The wondrous rainbow colours, Upon the green floating leaf– Its home for a vanishing moment.
Spurred by the wandering breeze, This gift of the Heaven , Played a game enchanting, Moving upon the leafy surface, Changing its rotund shape Into some myriad forms;
My heart leaped to my mouth When the pearly sphere In a wild moment of glee Or goaded by a tendency suicidal, Rolled to the very edge Of the shivering, pulsating leaf, Only to return to the middle;
Then came a sudden gust of wind, Shaking the trees tall And heaving the green leaves Floating upon the once-calm waters; My leaf and my pearl Shivered in a perilous dance;
Alas! the pearly sphere, The beautiful glittering jewel, The tiny droplet of water Rolled off its leafy home And drowned itself in a move swift, To lose its unique form Amidst the sheet of water That filled the sprawling lake.
I am a retired Central Government official. I worked in the Ministry of Railways, India, in locations Calcutta and Lucknow. My educational qualification is limited to Matriculation (i.e. 11th Standard). Studied in St. Michael's High School, Coimbatore. Self-study after leaving school. Interested in poetry, classics, works of famous authors of past and interesting works of present day writers. Spend a good lot of time reading and try to write poems. My date of birth is 28.10.1939.
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