One cold morning
a soft breeze blew
It swayed the blossoms
drenched in dew.
One little dew drop
peeped in through
and saw a maiden
soaked in dreams.
The breeze did see
the dew drop drunk;
drunk in love
of the charming maid.
The soft breeze blew
a bit too strong
and hurled the dew drop
on her throne.
He landed on her silken lips.
Her dreamy face
he gaped and gazed;
her beauty left him
all amazed!
The sunrays slowly
poured in through;
the blossoms recalled
the dazzled dew.
“Come back dew
to the blossoms new.
It takes resolve;
it takes a heart
to win a woman’s heart”,
they said.
The dew played deaf
to all their cries
until the maiden
opened her eyes.
She bent over slow
to the blossoms new;
heedless of the drop of dew!
The dew drop would not give up soon
he fixed in firm to endure the sun.
The sun did shine and tried his best;
could not defeat the dew drop's zest!
Along the sun the wind too blew;
it caused her hair to curl and frizz.
Her hair did slit the drop of dew;
the dew drop stretched on her silken lips
yet, held on to his sinless wish!
At last, the maiden felt the dew
she curled in gently her silken lips
and embraced the dew drop stretched in there.
The joyful heavens showered in praise
for the triumph of the dew drop's love!