Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own.It is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.

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DEW DROP

DEW DROP

I am a Master Dew Drop

Coming from a cloud top,

Kissing the air

Playing with my pair.

Born from the sky and keep

In company with those who weep,

Through the calm and frosty air

Of the morning bright and fair.

Getting very hurry to the land,

I slipped on the sand.

Up above the land I saw

Large blue rivers that flow.

With a sorrow in my mind

I am questioning the mankind.

If I weren't there 

What happens to you there.?

AKSHAY SREERAMAN