Har pal pal ma aap ki yadein
me ko jathi he!!!
Ek adoora sapna dekne
me faida kya....
Lekin ye dosti kabhi
toottu na jaye!!
Pal Pal me meri ishk tujse
badthi ja rehi he..
2010 10th july
paru
On a winter morn, mist lingers somewhere.
A faint sunlight appears, and a small drop of mist
rests delicately on the tip of a ragi leaf.
When the soft light falls on it,
it shines like a tiny sun.
A chill wind passes by,
shaking the ragi leaf,
and the dew drop falls —
yet it sparkles like hundreds of suns with bright radiance.
Slowly, slowly, it vaporizes
under the warmth of the morning sunlight.
The breeze still passes by,
carrying the same chillness.