Dew

The smiling dew
on the hibiscus,
silent,cool,refreshed 
the epitome of innocence 
the rainbow of happiness 
and tranquillity
no matter how short-lived 
it is,
with the invasion of sun,
a little later.
How come the sticky pains,
still there to unleash its fury,
time and again,
the siren of the past,
still plays its tunes,
the stream of tears 
still flows,
the heart still embraces 
the melancholy.
Why not the past evaporates 
with the vapours of the present,
the flavours of NOW!


Kamakhya 


Image Credit:Google 

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