Droplets

Oh Droplets

The weight on my hair sounding the emptiness of my soul

Lost and found right from the Ghetto to the Palace

Rush Rush Rush, More Droplets to come

The Storm is hungry, my emotions are angry

A salty wine blurs my sight 

Breathing in and out it's out burst- sour, sweet and void

From second to minutes to hours to a day to a month to a year

Droplets getting heavier

I'm a busy bee with an homework entangled with a classwork

Oh Droplets

An Open test yet the results are felt solely

Close my eyes, open it again while closed

All over and over again

Right from when I was fragile till my curves puffed out hardly endowed

How wonderful is life to soothe this drizzling