Glossy Derailed Dew-Drop Poem by Puloq Arafat

And the dew-drop never touched me then!
Even though I tried to catch it..
To feel the glossy beauty of nature.
Time is baffling winks.
Absolute splendor of nature is nothing..
But the startling swelling creation.
What an illusion that was!
I saw and observed onto the waves..
Into two daring rusty eyes!
If it was yes, then…….
The sky of your eyes screwed me strikingly.
I should say.
What an offer it was!
You misguided yourself…
The nature!
How lyrical the eye shore of various rains!
Can you imagine this?
If you say I am wrong..
The waves of your beams will say…
Time is over now.
Derailed dew-drop…
You can feel yourself better.
Who am I?