DEWDROP...

The dark night quietly slid,

The mellow golden rays tiptoed,

Ushering in the new morn,

A glorious, fresh dawn,

When the silken wind caressed the world,

Sweetly smiled the new dewdrop,

Pearly yet transparent,

Painting the rainbow, iridiscent,

Snugly she sat like a pearl glistening,

Wide eyed and listening

To the moments fast passing by,

Like a gem out of the sky,

Moist on the green velvet,

Untouched by the vagaries of life yet;

Since when have leaves started bearing pearls, I thought,

A clue to her identity I sought

Giving colours, to the canvas of my imagination,

Is she a holy creation,

Pious and divine,

With that pure smile and shine! 

Is she a mere water drop

That drizzled from the cloud atop!

Or is she that drop of tear, that accidentally fell off

The kohl laden eyes of the night soft!

©®Madhumita