A Dew Drop... Poem by kunjubi varghese

A dropp of dew slept on the bosom of the night

It cried and resumed its slumber

When the moon ran into clouds for a moment.

Who closed the window half, playfully

Where the small birds were chirping?

Who turned the word of the breeze

That was combing her hair, into nectar?

Who drew with black mascara

The dreams in her eyes?

And who made her tremulous

With those adorable dreams?

In the dusk, when the tears were drying up

Who showered the tiny drops

Of rain on her lovely face?

Who became the nightingale amidst

The foliage on the tiny branches?

Who wrote the verse on her cheek

With a pink forefinger?

And made her coy and my beloved…..