I randomly googled for "shortest poem" and this supposedly is the one...

Adam
Had 'em.

And it's titled 'On the Antiquity of Microbes' !

This one's for the splash of color... A few of my favorites from the ongoing flower show at Lalbagh...

The blasts were low-intensity ones. And the bombs, unsophisticated. The targeted places not really significant, not overly crowded even. Not too many people dead. Not a great many injured. But they seem to have achieved what they were supposed to have. Panic, disruption of lives and an awareness of our vulnerability. Terrorist acts, I feel, have two aspects to them. The act itself. What actually has happened. And the shadow it casts. Or what could have happened. Fear is fanned. Suppressed it will be, by logic. But it lurks nevertheless. The act itself is the cost we pay, the terrorists and us, for what the terrorists want to achieve. And the cost we pay is determined by how much we can withstand and how far the terrorists are willing to go. Instinctively, we worry and worry, like it is said, gives a small thing a big shadow.

The sun shone bright in the summer blue sky. Then the grey clouds gathered. The breeze blew into a wind. And then the sky fell down!
It rained today! So much that there was a power cut. It felt so much like home! Except the wind chimes weren't the one in my balcony. And it was the date palms that swayed; not the coconut trees. 
Its time for a good rain song. Which one's your favorite?

...by the grandness of The Canyon!

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