M for Metonymy

It falls upon a rock and breaks itself apart.
Is it another wave of the sea; or is it my naïve heart?

On the golden grains of the ocean bed,
under the full moon hanging in the sky;
stay quietly, those unsaid words,
within a distance of you and I.

The last drop of dew.
The first tear in the rain.
A flat tyre on a lonely road.
Is it you  all over again?


A gift I asked for, from the one above;
and stretched my palm on the window sill.
A clear droplet skid on my palm;
and nestled itself below the tiny hills.


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