This little raindrop
seemingly small,
just before it drops
into my open hand,
has given me a glimpse
of the world it came from.
It had belonged to deserts I never saw.
It never knew before it became this drop
that the fiercely hot sands
were hiding it in their bosom.
It heard the call of the distant sea
and rose in the form of vapour.
A wander-thirst seized it
and it joined the caravan of clouds.
It was a caravan of pilgrims
who took it to shrines never seen by the open eye.
Then it joined voluptuous rains
and for a time lost its identity
among the fellow-beings who came from the different climes.
That was a joyous time of unanimous life.
But the time of parting was near at hand.
Mother Earth called them all,
and back again they leaped
into the arms of the Mother.
And I happened to catch it in my palm
watching the whole route of the travel
in its crystal-clear form.

Thanks Souheil Ghammachi for the image and

Thank you @Souheil Ghammachi for image and the tquote which became the inspiration for the poem.

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21 hours ago

To have the ability to hold so much
in our hands, and not realizing
what we have......

inner thoughts...!