I look at the sky , with a tear filled eye..
I embrace my dew drops and so you fell for me
i am not forever , i am withering every hour
As i get tender , I lose my energy….
i may lose the strength and intensity ,
but surely capable to hold more ,till i last,
you are not forgotten , even if u are a ‘past’,
I erase your presence and preserve you within,
a dew drop so mystique , you make me beautiful as your relic