2. The poem

Words are a gentle drizzle
That fall softly
On the grasslands of my mind.
From the nebulous clouds of ideas,
Triggered by mountain of emotions

I collect a few drops,
on the palm of my heart
Pile them up in a verse
Hold them close for a moment,
And then see it flow till the end.

Tethered at the very edge,
Swirling in an unknown rhythm,
The verse transforms.
In the light of inspiration,
The poem glitters!

P.S: Used the prompt “Metaphor” here.



  1. Wonderful! can you send a little drizzle my way in case I dry up?

    Very readable poetry!

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