The Dew-Laden Lotus Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I want to pass the whole night waiting in the open
Under the star-lit, moon-lit skies,
Marking the lotus,
How does it open in the morning
With the dews splashed over it
And the petals smeared with?

How does it grow in the mud,
Just as a potter makes out the things,
Just as a genius grows up facing all the odds,
Think I and it comes to my view-point too,
How do the petals open?

The lotuses beautiful, nicely placid,
Pink, white and rarely blue,
I see them sparkling,
The flowers opening
With the sun rays falling over
And the buds cackling.

The swans swimming
And the lotuses opening
And imagery taking flights
With the morning serenade,
The world still waking from,
Arising from its sleep.