By droplet I come by, let me feel the Joy

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

By droplet I come by, let me feel the Joy

Don't know what value you witness in me, By droplet I come by, down to the earth. Stupor in my mansion thus troubles me, I bespeak melancholy that resides to signal, Of sorrow that accounts, millions of beats, The bleating of the middle of my master And I resemble the lord that shelters me. Tiny you see, but sorrow it takes are beyond, Larger than the creation, so doleful in nature.

Not a blabber it is, what are alleged, But you, who forced so gratingly, From my seat, I came out to be a mortal. Ere I vanish, hear you, whoa at a spell, Or my predecessor shall curse so harshly And make you to be wistful throughout. Be in me to feel what I undergo of it, In lieu, allow me to be where I belong, Let me feel the joy like you do to stay blessed.