DEWDROPS
Last night a
few dewdrops settled down.
Slowly,
gently on the blossoming softness of the wild spring flowers.
As if the
angel was telling her tale of freedom
under the deep, blue blackness.
The dewdrops
have the freedom to choose the petals
Just as the
waves have the freedom to lash the rocks
Or the
eagles have the freedom to glide in the sky.
or the koyal has the freedom to croon her songs of desire
Or the child
has the freedom to laugh and be happy.
Last night a
few dewdrops fell on the green blades of grass too
And there's
freedom in the freshly scented air
Awakening
the mango buds and blossoms.
Last night!
Last night a
few dewdrops fell
On the soft
cheeks of the white rose too...
Spring is
here.
