Third -- Poem by Samson Koshy

Third

Do rain drops know they will be back up in the clouds ?
Why would they need to worry?
Their life is a cloud of hurry.

If we know our future
As we live in our suburb
We'd know our mental butchers
And the ones we disturb

Like every system needs a shock
To either miss what was good
Or to either embrace the good
Likewise our sensors will flock
Creating a harmonious mood
A sense of realization we could

We are born to be aligned
And then be out of line
To then be aligned
That's the fine line.
Just like the planets and stars
We need to wobble
Our internal gravity starts
And does its deed so noble
This is the fabric of our being
Like space-time is to believing.

Samson Samuel Koshy
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