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.

                                                2nd july 2001  (corrected on 2025-may 26)

                                  sree

                                         paru