By Shankar Prasad Sarma
O dear dew drops
So sayeth the lotus leaf
You turn into the beautiful crystals
Only because of my belief
My belief gives you beauty
And a sense of love thats pure
But when you fall off my surface
Your beauty would be lost for sure
You rise up without any identity
From the ocean wide
Only fall in a cascade
To become the unceasing tide
It is only when you fall
Sometimes on me
I give you an identity
Dazzling for all to see.
O pearly beauty
Eschew your proud self
Can you have any identity
Without my selfless help
My love is not my love
But nature's love that passes through me
This detached attachment makes you grow
From water drops to precious dew