What the dew drop saw

To be caught in a moment
And in it find
Surprisingly
Entangled
Eternity.

To shine bright
In another's light
And still look beautiful
From every corner
Of an otherwise fickle
Life.

We will all die
With the morning sun
Eventually.
Trodden, ridden, burnt,
Ignored, unloved, sad
Ugly, old, young
We all die
Anyway.
Even meteors do
And oceans
And seas
And life
And pastures
And grandma
And uncle
And Krishna
With the morning sun
All that we do
Somehow will
By magic
Or HIS will
Will get undone.

To find eternity
Unsung
Glowing bright
And getting it right
Just once
Would work just as well
As a lifetime
Of burning bright.

Don't shun the moment
Just because you believe
That there is too much light
And makes you feel
That it does not belong
To you
Just yet.

Hold on. Burn bright.