I pace up, slow and lightly
I pour down as rain
I freeze high and mighty
I thaw through the plains.
I feed the field and crop
I rest fleetingly as dew
I rise up to the treetop
I colour myself for the brew.
I can prance ever so sprightly
I can sit still with disdain
I can tug at your heartstrings achingly
As I course through your veins
In the still of the forests
I can hang on leaf tips
And fall in slow motion
To kiss the green, grassy lips
I can quench and nurture
I can be your refuge
I can be the trickle austere
I can as well be the deluge
The ubiquitious drop
That’s what I am, true!
But you’ll shut your shop
If I vanished or withdrew.
Do not take me for granted
Do not waste wantonly
With me your life started
Don’t write for me an elegy.
I am generous to a fault
But don’t take it too far
Rein your greed in to a halt
Remember, I am…therefore you are!!
nadirafromkannur 
Jamie Dedes
August 16, 2013 at 8:26
An important point, beautifully made with poem and photos. Bravo!
vishalbheeroo
July 7, 2013 at 8:26
brilliant poem, ma’am:)
dreamingthruthetwilight
July 2, 2013 at 8:26
Thanks Reena.. I love the fact that you read my poems.
P C Jain
July 1, 2013 at 8:26
Most beautifully and sensitively written verse on importance of water in life. I am sure U wud also share it with Rajendra ji
dreamingthruthetwilight
July 2, 2013 at 8:26
Okay Jainsaab…I’ll e-mail it to him
BUTTERFLIES OF TIME
July 1, 2013 at 8:26
Those photographs add to the poem, somehow bringing a sense of urgency and highlighting the importance and power of THE DROP. Loved reading the poem again.. makes me think and sigh every time.