The memory of drew-drops..

The little glitters in morning grass makes me happy...

they say I am over-excited...I look bad, insane, uneducated..and I

deserve suffering for that.

Sad and afraid, I stay silent..and listen to them.

They say why are u sad and afraid, where is the happier you?

I say I am afraid my haters are increasing..

All I want is, spreading little quanta of happiness..

like my little friends do from upabove in the midst of coldest

mountain, oldest forest and infinite desert,

in the darkest night,with their shining blinks.

At times, I get mad..and complain ..shout..brood,

in anger on everything..every one..

And wait for the night to come,

to see those freinds smiling up above..

just like the morning dewdrops sparkling in sun-shine..

I calm down..

If I were run to them...

If I were run to them...