A Lone Drop

a lone drop
waltzing its way
through the dark claustrophobic tunnel
mindless
about what lies ahead.
feet on releve
dangling in air
relishing a few seconds of freedom
awaiting
it’s fateful end.

one girl
laughing heartily
oblivious to the drop’s paltry demise
worthless
to her royal silk gown.
a little one
with parched lips
her strained throat eyeing the drop
thirstily
like a treasure.

-Ishita Gupta

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