There is a sprout in my heart,
still very freshly still.
Many weeds crept on my trunk,
entwined entangled all over.

There is dew drop on it,
hanging precariously.
Entire world cascades on it.
I realized its presence one day.

Then I fell in love with it.
But it fell on earth for ever.
I could see a dripped dried drop.
My world was vaporized!

I was floating as a hairy aril.
Winds carried me away,
to different lands in succession,
widening my world beyond known.

Far away I saw a sharp beam.
A reflection of my soul .
Universe refracts through,
your star studded nose ring!

by Satheesan Rangorath