Do you know My Dear?
Do you know My Dear?
The dew dropp that does not fall on the ground,
The mysterious dropp that surrenders inside the flower,
The dream dropp that hangs at the tip of a leaf,
The retiring dropp that collects at the edge of the eye,
It is nothing but the remains of our silent conversation!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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