drop of dew
yet quiet fresh
on its petal
sun also not cruel yet
trembling why the face
no breeze feel presence
trembling why not know
perhaps an insect
deep and hidden somewhere
making all trouble
petal yet fresh with
dew drop and soft
sun of first morning
trembling with no breeze
simply insect hidden and from depth
acts just to make the game undone!
Pranab k c
26/04/2019
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