Won the Certificate of Outstanding Performance for the poem below from Asian Literary Society.
Sometimes you hope to win, sometimes you just know you just must. At the cost of appearing arrogant which is not the message I’d like you to get and is not the case, the truth is I enjoyed writing this poem and loved it every-time I read it just like a dewdrop that amazes me every-time I see it.
This poem took its birth in a crystalline drop of nature and lies glimmering in that same drop. I truly hope you enjoy reading the poem. Would love to hear your comments.
What’s that, that daintily shimmers, in the sun-
I see it glistening on my daily morning run,
Bedecks every blade of grass and sparkles on the lamina,
Ethereal, pure, exquisite as my pashmina…
What’s that, that makes delicate silken strands of cobwebs gleam-
Pearl beads on a gossamer veil; a young bride’s dream,
Crystallized vapors on flowers, ferns and fronds,
Hanging fairy lights, turned on at dusk and dawn…
What’s that, that twinkles o’er petals and boughs-
Railings and bridges…now its here, now it goes,
Diamonds on a velvety gown, starry sequins; a seraphic sight,
Sprig of baby’s breath in a bouquet of roses white…
It isn’t, remnants of a drizzly night- a trifling raindrop,
Or woes of the earth I sight- a melancholic teardrop,
Its the warm wind’s kiss as it over-head blows,
A mystical, iridescent dewdrop it leaves, that refracts and glows…
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