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