A thirsty drop : Muhib Sattar
While I was wondering under the shadow of a leafless tree, a thirsty drop enticed my spirit with droughty attraction as if every root of the tree was terrifically alarming for the true existence of the drop. But the drop made me tearful with its appearance. A loud scream of my tears collapsed the dry presence of the drop. And the component piece of drop started twinkling on a broken stone of earth with dazzling brightness and commenced freezing the heartless tears of it. I sank with deep consciousness of my trustworthy glance for the drop as if everything were getting dark around my soul.
Sorrowfully, every circumstance of my life could be experienced by the spiritual existence of drop which was shining on a broken stone of earth with the sparkling quest. And I could not let my imagination just to collect experiences. It had been considered that everything had been getting experienced.
On the other hand, the waterless drop started linking to my tears which were falling down under the arid eyelashes of my eyes, and the drop was as waterless as it could vanish the entire presence of oceans.
As a result, I felt the thirst of drop which was painful for me to consider it as the most aching feeling of my heart. After a huge imagination, I only saw the true wettings of earth with little spreadings which made me to realize and express my own soul. Initially, the falling thirst of the drop was a loving realization to allow the rains to start falling inside my heart.
Lastly, I considered that realization is the right feeling of heart to understand the internal and dry feelings of others. All it became an immense realization of my life to express an inner thirst of a little love.