Manjari Shukla

The dewed twigs

were dangling in the breeze,

 

When the sunlight fell on them

It appeared as if they are

gleaming with golden gold like hues...

 

 

Beautiful were they...

So fresh...

So soothing to look at..

 

I felt like

Standing by them...

for

eternity...

 

 

Slowly the time

started travelling on his winged chariot...

as it always does...

 

The morning started converting itself

Into day...

Making the twigs

devoid of those dew drops,

which were embellishments

for them in the morning...

 

Painful was it…

But as elders say,

“Time changes everything”…

So it was like this…

 

The dewed twigs got transformed,

But it was sure, the next day will add a new hue

To them.