Kissing Droplets

The sound first got my eye
Of the languid crash
Of an idle stream
That aroused in a downfall
From the dreadful height
On the chest armored of stones
Of the earth that awaits
Spring of the waterfall;
Of the muddy little streams
Uniting to turn into a watery havoc
Sliding way down
To the salvation of miles long journey
Being the path
Being the treader itself
Rising beyond the fall
Transferring
It's soul to the next
In the form of a curtain
Of altogether drops and Afterlife
Absorbing the wind that blows
To the wings of the bird
To the heart that feels
That flies to the peace
Floating on the kiss of droplets.

© Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015