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
