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a single raindrop

 Just a single drop of water, 

In a huge downpour of rain. 

What could I possibly signify;

Other than vain?

Would you notice if I disappeared? 

Would you notice if I refrained, 

From falling upon the ground, 

Pattering down the lane?

None of us matter at all;

What purpose do we serve? 

I'm just another rain drop, 

There is more yet I deserve.

Why must I go as well, 

If millions, billions are of same verve?

If millions, billions out there, 

Are still there to be conserved?


I might be worthless alone, 

But what I have realised-

WE are worth so much together, 

The power comes from inside. 

Every tiny droplet

Contributed to the force, 

And if I ever do feel so worthless- 

I must know, although I am just one in 

billions, 

To many, I bring hope.

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  1. AnonymousMay 19, 2026 at 5:35 PM

    Super and very very excellent Shriyan. Keep it up ur writing. God bless you and always with u in all ur activities. Anbudan viji Patti.

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  2. AnonymousMay 20, 2026 at 12:40 AM

    Brilliant write up. Giving hope to all like a tiny rain drop ending the poem with message is extraordinary talent. Its God given gift to you. I really enjoyed your poem like how I enjoy every drops of rain. May God bless you Shriyandhaa.
    From
    Pushpa patti

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  3. AnonymousMay 20, 2026 at 8:48 AM

    Every human's hope is like the rain drop
    On this earth. Your poetic words are
    Very truth revealing connections.
    All the best. 👍💐🙏

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