The rain, rains
And the moon shines
They scatter, equally
In drops, rays or photons
They are the truth, absolute.
The rain is beautiful
To watch the pitter-patter
From the balcony
Or just get drenched
In that first shower
But not
When they catch the bus
To the office
Or there is no balcony
Or they get wet
Irrespective of their will.
The moon, enchanting
Or cool for those
Twosome together,
Tut burns that lonely heart.
The truth bifurcates
From the absolute to the relative
Or just disintegrates
In numorous particles
A ray of light that bifurcates as
It passes through a prism
And breaks in an array of colors.
15/06/09
maitreyee joshi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bifurcation/
