A Raindrop

by Prof. Dr. Anil K. Prasad

One late afternoon

When I was

On my usual stroll

Through

The comfortably

Crowded streets of Ibb*,

The Green Governorate:

A raindrop

Randomly fell

On my forehead

And it was a surprise

To see the sky

Without a fleck of cloud!

“Is it going to rain?”

“I don’t think so,” said she

Who has always

Been walking

Beside me.

Then what was that?

Today I travel back

To know what was that

That day walking

Down the track

I had a feeling

Of displeasure.

An infinitesimal globe

Of life: a raindrop

Fell on my forehead

And conveyed quietly

A message of hope

Caressing me

To go ahead and heed

The bell

That marks the end

But as well

Of the start

Of a new period…

Note:* Ibb, the Green Governorate, the Republic of Yemen

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