The Last Drop

After the last drop dried
She withered and sighed
Slowly turning lifeless and pale
Hiding behind her smoky veil
Her tired eyes
Longing for signs
Of relief from the scorching sun
But sadly she got none
Only impending pangs of despair
Gazing up in a sanguine stare
Prayers escaped her cracked lip
A wish for a filling sip
Of one last drop of rain
To end her gnawing pain
Her children were all dead
Agonizing death sent them to bed
She had warned them time and again
Yet they exhausted the elixir in vain
The irresponsible children
That killed their brethren
Celebrating happy days
Living with their wasteful ways
Soiled the spring of her beautiful life
Now finally ends the strife
The aftermath taking its toll
Finally killing the mother of them all
When she took her last breath
The Gods celebrated her death
From heavens fell a drop
A downpour that didn’t stop
Until it wiped clean the slate
Re-writing the mother’s fate
“Don’t worry child, you’ll live
There’s more life for you to weave”
The autumn transformed to rain
Mother Earth was alive again!
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Sufferings

Happiness is usually  more sought after than sufferings. But, it is in times of suffering that the deepest of emotions are felt and strongest of bonds are formed. Sufferings cleanse the soul of worldly impurities, thereby making it humble and down-to-earth.