crystallinedrops from above,
with colours of life,
in its semicircled fashion.
You said you love it.
but now, you hate rain,
for it spoils your plans.
Gentle calm breeze,
dropping flowers from above,
with fragrances of floral sweat,
in its innocent art.
You said you love it.
but now, you hate wind,
for its minute part went in your eye.
Exciting chatter,
great companion from nowhere,
with both extreme mood,
in my unique manner.
You said you love me.
but now, you see me as dust,
I agree,
I'm dust but in space.
Ever bright at dark,
for i'm a star!
And I'm not alone!
-Achu.P