In the wee hours
when night bid adieu
sleep still residing in the lashes
refuse a formal withdrawal.
The canvas of horizon
turned an abstract painting
when the soft rays of golden hue
sketch the freshness of morning.
A stroll through the meadow
while sipping the dawn of wine
I paved darkness with my glance
as my whole being was in trance.
The moment was splendour
and I was in real wonder.
I saw tiny dew drops shed
from the bosom of nature.
It spreads on grass tips
as dancing glisten of pride.
Each droplet dangling with poise
Soberly carry a melancholic voice.
Their discreet pain goes unnoticed
as their beauty is hypnotized.
But their agonies often unheard
midst of the fuzzy wind that is loud.
Despite, the muted sob conveys their woe
‘How they cling onto their fragile life’?!
Did anyone notice?....
© Maaya Dev
