Lonely Dew Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

Glittering dew who has compared to a tear falling on earth
Is now a truth thousands of dew falls on dusty brown sand
Having no embracement of a love overflowing on a green.

The green was only in bed time stories of nannies and lullabies
Telling about a butterfly and frog, and beautiful slippery grass
Trammeled when maidens hinder with flowers on their hair.

Toddlers listened open mouthed when hearing a koel's cuckoo
One shouts with its sweet! Who are squirrels and pawns?
Dear ones, in ancient world they lived before man killed them all
Being the cruelest species created on universe, his curse fell upon
Natural gifts destroying all with his own lusty hands.

There was no salvation for the others. All delicate hidden mansions
On trees and streams of deities were hunted, one by one,
But dew falls still, you may feel it on your tiny palms.