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“I lost it again, mother” little Homem cried,
Mother caressed his cheek and slightly smiled.
“Counting will be easy, once it stops to rain.
It’s supposed to be lost and found again”.
Little Homem with watery eyes;
Sat on the table by removing the paper piles.
Raindrops were kissing the windowpane
He started counting the raindrops again.
The more he counts the more they appear
A new drop comes and the old one disappears.
The raindrops were kind so they stopped after a while
But Homem was now counting butterflies.
1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3… Homem tried so hard
But cruel butterflies set apart.
Homem came crying for losing them
They disappeared and never came.
Mother took him on the lap to drive away his pain
“They’re supposed to be lost and found again”.
The butterflies came back out of grief
But this time Homem was counting the leaves.
He thought finally- “The tree will stay”
“It can’t move, can’t walk away.”
Before he finished, winter came
The tree shredded leaves and the count ended.
Homem screamed- “Mother what I will count now?”
Mother hugged and pointed the snowflakes on the ground.
Winter went, little leaves started seeing
Then came the rain and made it all green.
Tree waited for Homem, thinking he’ll come to count.
But Homem was nowhere to be found.
Tired of searching, its eyes strained
While Homem was busy, counting raindrops again.
— By Aritri Chatterjee
