A lone drop
waltzing its way
through the dark claustrophobic tunnel
about what lies ahead.
Feet on relevé
dangling in air
relishing a few seconds of freedom
its fateful end.
oblivious to the drop’s paltry demise
to her royal silk gown.
A little one
with parched lips
her strained throat eyeing the drop
like a treasure.
– Ishita Gupta, Amity International School, Noida1 Like