The Last Droplet

 The Last Droplet

The clouds have long ceased crying,

And the puddles, flinching;

The leaves do not sway anymore,

The last droplet fallen-

Perhaps the blisters of nature’s

Melancholy finally numbed,

Instincts submissive to reality.

The deafening silence of solitude

Clouds the mind-

Suffocating my senses.

To breathe free I yearn...

O, the ever-lustrous sky,

Will you rain ever again?

Bless my wounds with your tears of acid,

Rationalize my sufferings,

Deliver me through pain;

For it is myself dreading me the most,

More than anything,

More than you.

Let me savour the cauterising touch

Of your last droplet.

                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                               -Hirak Biswas