A raindrop that just fell on my pillow looked at the rain outside;
It cited THEM under one umbrella, off to a mystical stroll and ride.
In his every meeting the distant lure turned sour,
He now stands apart and watches that very aster flower.
He knew ‘It’ isn’t possible, still he never gave up;
So she let his heart just be, for things were soon to wrap up.
They missed each other, but learnt how to deprive;
Such that all kinds of disguise, fell short to survive.
A Storm to subside never emerged a rainbow at any dawn;
The clear skies and the moonlight now, reveals all that hasn't bygone.
Behind this moonlight is a hidden dream;
A step towards the union lies on its brim.
The raindrop says,there are too many pros to stay crazy and insane,
And too many laws for those who prefer to live wise and sane.