Moss

Mosses are on the way Flourished to be so long Green to the extremity So charmed by lovely dawn Dews rest on its spongy cot Proximity is so slippery Yet it's the glee of the moment Fall may stretch to some unknown measures As it meant on that style So laudable all its way Evictions are temporary Widen dews apart its shine When rays roll its splendid coax Take a rather adieu for the time But there leave some ashes of its life Life will pursue a lovely row Some shades slip and rest on skew Some colors may lure some way But drop of life may be on its way Life is like a dew of the day…. ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.