The Greenery

 

The dew of the dawn on those green leaves..

Have You seen that beauty ?

Well the greenery will bring the spark in your eyes

If you will notice how the leaves re- rise,

From the splashing rain drops.

Aah ! the scene i love

But i am scared to go near

Because i might fall again

Naah! Not scared to die

The hound is the scar of the wounds

Left by those scratches i got when i fell.

Still that essence of the view

That aroma of the grass

Gives you the strength to just have a look.

Well that doesn’t promises you won’t fall

But yet it gives you a chance to re-live .

In spring those leaves has no life so it dies and leave the tree,

but when monsoon comes it brings it back to life.

The pleasure is not about what we have

Its about what we are about to re-gain.

The dew is your smile, the leave are your lips

The spring is your blinking eyes

Hence that makes your face the rain of the monsoon

And i am me,

who like to stare from distance

because if i will come closer i might not leave

But you are dew and you are tend to fall

Fall and disappear once the sunrises

I might turn back to look for you

But you will be gone as you are dew.

So i will come tomorrow again to see you change into that tiny droplet on that baby leaf

Bring the green into that tiny seed.

I hope I will hold you into my hand

And let you be gone while

it changes from dusk to dawn .