The Puddle
A sparkle catches my eyes I stare hard at the glow Just to find nothingness For it’s just a mere reflection On some remote street light In a puddle so dirty Stagnated oh! Just so fine After a warm afternoon rain But why does a nothing Catch my attention Me who is all so busy Not interested in much Why am I so keen to stare? Why am I so captivated? Why do I feel warmth? Light glittering in the puddle Is it because of the glow? Is it because I see a flow? A flow to take me places Places I’ve never been before Or is it just an illusion? That I’ve longed for so much Or is it just my weakness? My dream for a better brightness Or better still I think It must be the warm rain That came down to wash All fears and tears away The rain that cleared all Obscured Beauty revealed A puddle that is left behind The only thing that I now feel Whatever that all was Without or with a meaning A look at it just fulfilled ...