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the little dew drop
the night gave birth to a million dew drops
they shined for the moon who dressed in white
to light up the sky festooned with stars
wind blew carrying the songs of the mountains
to little dew drops to dance on the green grass
and put a show to entertain the moon
and there was one,
who fell in love with the moon
he wanted to show his affection to her
he climbed to the top of the tallest grass leaf
and said,
“oh what a beauty you are,
the pearl in the sky,
because of you I shine like a star
just before the end of my life
I want to kiss you and
let you feel my love”
suddenly the wind stopped
last cricket calmed her baby’s cry
screams of the frogs turned to murmurs
bats landed to the nearest trees
then there was a silence…
too scary..
scarier than a moonless cold dark night
poor little dew drop
as little did he knew
he wasn’t supposed to express his love
to the bride of the torrid sun
the wind,
loyal servant of the sun
started to blow as fast as he can
to throw the little dew drop
from the leaf to the ground
but,
his love was strong and true
he wanted to prove
he held tight
as his brothers and sisters fell
now the wind carried a different song
a song of his own, violent and cruel
the little dew drop
saw the death of his siblings
but he couldn’t give up on his true desire
he still wish to kiss the moon
the moon,
she was watching him from above
gazed up at him with a monalisa smile
she tried to hide her tears but it escaped her eye
between the closing clouds
to join
the little dew drop
still hanging on the leaf watching
her face fading away in to the dark clouds
her tear drop fell on his face
making him strong
he grabbed the leaf stronger than before
now the wind has no power over him
the wind,
became tired,
he couldn’t defeat a little dew drop
he was ashamed and moreover afraid
to see the redness in the east sky
his master is coming
the little dew drop
took a deep breath,
he wanted to face the torrid sun
he wanted to fight the sun
he wanted to win the moon's heart
the mighty sun
shot rays far from behind the mountains
angrier than ever
his anger paint the whole east sky red
clouds parted to make way and
trees moved their branches
so his rays will hit
the little dew drop directly
he shined to the rays like never before
he couldn’t bare the torridness
yet he challenged the mighty sun
he stared back at the him
he was glowing with determination
and the mighty sun removed his red cloak
and start to shoot the bright white rays
straight through the little dew drop
“I love you.. I will always…”
he muttered his last words
as he was vapoured to the clouds
the green grass
will give the message to the moon
when she come out the next time
may be he will tell this love story
to warn the new born dew drops
may be there will be another rebellious one
but,
the grass will remain to tell the story
*As a submission to the MÅNE, LA LUNA, THE MOON comp
Published 8th May 2016
| Edited 15th May 2016
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