On the wild rocks
Beside a flowing
brook
In her zeal with
the flow
She finds herself
astray
Only because
she is no more
A part of the
wayward throng.
Rooted to the
black rock
She forgoes the
impending treasures
While the sun
entices her
With the assurance
of a cloud
And freedom from
the fetters
But she loves
her destiny
The dew of the
silvery spell
The pearl of
the sparkling night
She need not
await the union
With the treasured
ocean
Her grace is
her jewel
And the reflection
of the stars
In the sheen
of her dream filled eyes
Is the dazzling
diamond she carries
All the time
of grayness and thereafter .
She also embraces
the dazzle of day
To waltz with
the sun around the ticking hours
Her smile under
all circumstances of life
Makes sorrow
surrender eventually
Though when she
reaches the peaks
The touch of
a wayward nectar filled cloud
Leaves an astray
drop in her eye.
Delhi
23.55 hrs
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