The precipitation

 

Slowly the swooping cloud swallows

The sublime peaks that caress skies

Draped in lush greenery with a river

Meandering down their widening base

Outlining the grey twists of an uphill  road

The strenuous climb and an effortless fall

I sometimes know not which one to choose

And often stand still in an attempt to decide

The droplets spray on my thoughtful face

Often thinking about what to think often

The precipitation of the descending clouds

And dew drops of the climbing peaks

The profuse perspiration of panting life

And the silent droplets of a soulsoaked eye.

 

Returning from Katra

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