Inner Realm__ Life Is A Wait- Comments

little drop of dew quavering on the leaf, Formed not by the surge of natural hue,

little drop of dew quavering on the leaf, Formed not by the surge of natural hue,

The drop of the dew into which life peeps, The cricket's incessant cry and hearty hymn, The mizzle over the horizon that lies, The dark light that asserts life's sad lyric,

Yet the cricket is pouring it's heart's joy, Or it's pain untold and unknown for all, The evening is deathly and empty drum, With aquas rue and woe it celebrates the sorrow... ......

The light is warm and thedarkness is cold, Inside the cold womb of nature life is nourished. The little drop is losing it's hon guise, It is waning with the mild blow of air, Into the grand nothingness it will vanish.

The divine is radiance through transient. The death is the bed of life and repose. Every fleeting pain is the time of fruition.

The bubbles on the ocean, the breeze that moves, Every small form is the pain of mighty heart. The divine is radiance through transient.

A tiny dew, a form yet no form wishes to live... ......

Untimely rain with thunderstorms formed it, Yet, by accident though it was born, built, It shudders in fear for losing it's face,

A little drop of dew quavering on the leaf, Formed not by the surge of natural hue,