Happiness Is a Dew Drop
HAPPINESS IS A DEW DROP
Happiness is dew drop in critical poise
trying to adhere to the grass tips close,
waits for creeping ecstasy to find ways
through dry veins to the heart morose.
Happiness is dew drop in delicate disguise
perched on slender blades of brown grass,
waits overnight for the golden sun to rise
to wear the sparkling jewels of rare class.
Happiness is dew drop, shines in inner light
grasping the fallen sun the grass admires,
tells the drop in its own way not to alight,
uncover from beneath the hidden despair.
Happiness is dew drop, glow in the making
jewel of the morning on grass crown grows,
when the sun travels over the land baking
dew drop dries, the grass bends in sorrow.
Happiness is dew drop of transient glow
making for a while the grass a happy prince,
tells everything has a time to come and go
the drop will return to the grass that pines.
July 10, 2017
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017
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