Pearls of Tears

In the wee hours when night bid adieu sleep still residing in the lashes refusing a formal withdrawal. The canvas of horizon turned an abstract painting when soft rays of golden hue sketch 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 fuzzy wind that is loud. Despite, the muted sob conveys their woe ‘How they cling onto their fragile life’? Did anyone ever notice?....