The Dew Poem by Srivinay Salian

Little dew parted with cloud
Gloating over its new identity
Clinging on hope, driven by faith
Starts its little thrill journey

Racked by breezes and wind
Drifted, pulled and pushed away
Inches ahead, smashed and hurt
Saving gritty self all the way

Fickle, the mind, comes forth
Raising questions that sting
Each, more lost than the other
Unable to find a shred to cling

At last, it falls on the surface
Of the ocean, vast and blue
Disperses into the oblivion
Now ocean, no more a dew

Wheel of the continuum
Spins through light and day
Ignorance yields, yet though
Leading existence astray