Here comes our enemy
In a droplet.
We perceive it
As an infinitesimal particle
Trying to adhere to our form,
And we writhe with revulsion.
But who are we?
If not a scant bigger droplet,
Overpowered
By the forces of the moon,
And not the least
By the oceans beyond…
On the earth
A droplet is in free surface
Unless confined from above
And so all water lies flat.
I am free;
You are free
And so is the man’s enemy.
We win if we stand apart
Coz our internal attractive forces
Keep each one
Occupying the least surface area
In volume.
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