The Dew Song

Sweet petals,
Why do you bloom?
Why part your lips?
Tempt mornings dew?

The moistness glistens, listens...
and then refracts.

Like a prism.
Scattering vibgyor,

Where there was just one white.
Of me,
entering, diffusing...
in you.

Oh! Violet,
Hello, red.

Can we now,
Stop this lousy rhyming?
And get to bed?
Of petals. 
Mettles.
But not nails.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

What my name is not... (A two-act play, in 30 mins)

What is a miracle?

The difference between Char Anna, Aath Anna, Bara Anna and Anna Hazaare.