A DROP OF MY SEA

We all talk about our brothers and sisters but seldom find single children talking about their siblings. This poem is for all those single children whose lives were enriched by the presence of their cousins. And for me, my beautiful cousin... She loves cats I love dogs yet when she comes to my house we spend most hours talking about her cats chasing a mouse I look into her eyes And see the twinkle of joy I turn to my mirror I have the same twinkle On seeing my cousin's sister rarely, so rarely   Like a bunch of chipmunks Giving birthday bumps We would play for days and days Growing up would get us daily amazed In the same house being together raised I look into her eyes And see the twinkle of joy Then I turn to my mirror I have the same twinkle On seeing my cousin's sister rarely, so rarely   Looking similar Dressing in one color We stepped into the same shoes I hold her hand When she's scared I give a push...

  Monday morning I opened my eyes Saw shimmering drops falling from the sky Through my window I saw the shadow Of the green trees, all dropping so low Drenched from tiny twig to mighty root below Lilies laid their grave on ground Spreading the gloomy fragrance all around Birds laid their weight on the branch of pine Lamenting the demise of that golden sunshine The aura filled with sad eyes Saw the mighty sky that cries Maybe over the separation From its dearest sun of summer season Its so hideous  Its so outrageous This desertion from you Which leaves me grief to pursue Without you rain makes every thing moist like tears Without you my soul is impinged with fears Encased in your arms Rain showers its melodious charms Roses glaze with dew Green grass rises anew Oak smells so beautiful Orchids looking so purple Cold drops bring a shiver in me I rush to hu...