I see leaves tipping high,
The green, nourishing and rich
Caging the Rains with glance of snobbish
Dripping down, little by little,
Racing through the wooden hill
Came a dewdrop with a heart of zeal
Bewitched by its soothing tune,
The Lonesome leaf looked above
Just in time to be graced by it's Kiss...
- Nirmal
