Dripping drops of diamond dews
Ice-cold beads encompassing numerous hues
Swirling down the peacock-green leaves
And get disappeared on the bed of sheaves.
Dew drenched path bear fine imprints
Of scurrilous insects in their nocturnal stints
Cool are the Moon, the trees, and the huts in the dark
Coolest of all is the place where I work.
The cool breeze brings the weirdest of tales
Wednesday, February 3, 2010