The morning dews

The morning dews

The morning dews,

When I started counting,

I got too confuse.

Where to start,

Where to end.

My heart says,

Count it again.

I started walking,

On the green grass.

Then, I encountered someone,

It was not other than a lass.

We came closer and closer,

We thought of discovering each other.

But unfortunately, in no time,

A man arrived, it was not other than her father.

Our love ends,

Before it started.

He took his daughter home,

Being shoughted - shoughted & shoughted.

– Author Niraj Yadav (Bhopatpur Nayakatola, Motihari:Bihar)