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 .