Red roses

dew drops

on the rosy petals

appease me

I feel lost in the cool dew

and

fresh morning breeze

all my agonies and anger

begin coming out of my eyes

and I feel those

dissolving into the dew

soon the rays of sun arrive

in my courtyard

evaporating the dew

now I don’t see dew on the rosy petals

it flies away with my aches

leaving me refreshed

I wait eagerly for the next morning

to meet the divine dew………………