young lass - dixitbhatta

young lass

Water drop from heaven
On the grasses green
And sunlight on it leavened
Giving beautiful soft sheen

Watching from window
Some drop stick to glass
And curtains billow,
I saw solitary lass

Drenched with water
And walking slow
On the face, hairs scatter
Her head held low

Dreams in her eyes
Expectation high
She lived in the world
Where angels fly