"The Dew Drops"
When I listen to the moon,
There is something of pale and gloon,
Love long lost, Life quite lived,
Me, Stretching the vague present,
Emptyness, nothing else is recent,
Leaves: dry and dead and decay,
The dew drops have faded away.
Sometimes whistling like a child,
In long lost memory,
Numbers that were dialed,
And meetings in the greeneries,
Oh moon, Please give company,
For what I have lost on the way,
Sing the old song that I sang,
While the dew drops were fading away.
Life in it's new mold,
Let everything begin and go on and on,
And let me not miss today,
Let not the dew drops fade away.
By: Dorain Gurung