Journey Of Dew Poem by V P Mahur

I am a dew drop
Lying on the blade of grass
Shining round thing
Ready to fly
Without any wing
Attracting the attention of
Who for morning sing
Reflecting sunlight
As a colorful ring
Showing rainbow
When the air makes me swing
A vaporizing diamond
To the grass I cling
But I had to suffer a lot
Before getting to this lot
As hot vapors
With fuming tempers
I wandered in the sky
And suddenly condensed
Into cold droplets
At the fall of night
The swift winter wind
Carried me to every end
When I joined other friends
I fell with an unheard yell
Not knowing
What to be fall
But for the tender green grass
I safely land as a child in lap
The thought makes me shiver
What could have happened
If I dropped in a desert
My all labor and pain
Ended in vain
I realized how important
Are the green plains
I wish man can too
Realize value of green and blue