Purpose
the early morning dew,
settled on the sepals,
and rolled down the corolla,
part of it wetted the flower,
another portion evaporated,
its purpose was over,
in the scheme of nature,
did someone ,somewhere,
program it so fine and sharp,
that it happens everyday,
till the flower ripens and fall,
the dew drops now fall,
on something else,
that replaces the flower,
it still wets and evaporates,
but the purpose is now not,
fine and clear,
then should every act,
have a purpose?
S Gupta
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