Teardrops

Flowing Through the Ages

I stared out beyond the grey clouds,
My gaze flickering on the giant drop,
That rolled down my window pane,
Bringing memories of heaven's teardrop.

As a child I loved the rains,
Overlooked and carefree was I,
Jumping into muddy pools and puddles on the streets,
That came while passing by.

As a teen I loved the rains,
It washing away the worry from my face,
The cool breeze setting a smile so broad,
Vanishing the frown from its place.

As a young woman I loved the rains,
That brought romance in the air,
Eating bhutta(corn) on the streets,
And holding hands of someone I care.

And how as a sixty year old woman,
Sitting under my roof with a cup of hot tea,
I fear to step outside of my house,
Incase I might suffer from dengue.

How I wish to become a child,
How I wish to become a teen,
How I wish to return to my young days,
To enjoyed my youth with no hindrance in between.

Please spread awareness to protect our planet from pollution and global warming. We are the bright future of the world so "Make a change before you die".

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