She

Dewdrops sit pretty on blades of grass,
Waiting for the sun to take them away,
She comes out shying the blades astray,
Mesmerised. Dewdrops wish they could stay.

She wonders away towards the ocean blues,
In the dark, the blue sea washes the pupils of her eye.
The cold shy moon is only content to disappear,
As her fingertips touch it, amidst the water hues.

She sits, She speaks, She ponders, She laughs,
How I wish you knew what she meant.
For you know not the mind, seeing the body,
Not the depth of the sea through its surface.

For she dreams of the night sky far above,
Of twinkling beads in a blue saree,
Of the steady sure beats of a serene rainfall,
Of snow-white flowers atop a massive tree.

She’ll let you in, as far as the smiles,
She’ll let you in as far as the words she says,
You’ll guess their meanings sitting outside,
But there’s a secret world she has inside!