I dropped a pebble
In the well,
Where it witnessed
The brisk fall against the rubble.
Deep down the darkness
I heard a thud,
Hitting the unforeseen puddle,
Making stronger the belief
That you create ripples.
However wretched things around you get,
However much the green gets decayed,
However hard you stumble on way,
However bad your goodness gets slayed,
Make the You stay.
Just like dew on leaves high up in the air
Or grasses down under the sun's stare
Never depart from the beauty's flare
Indifferent to the world's snare
Make the You glare!
Make the You outrageously glare!