"A Drop on the leaf"- by B.Gouravi Goud from Bsc .Zcfs 2nd year

A single drop on the morning leaf,

Clings to the edge, silent and brief.

Born from the sky in a whispering fall,

It holds the world in a sphere so small.

It shimmers bright in the soft sunbeam,

A quiet echo of a fading dream.

No thunder speaks, no lightning near 

Just gentle stillness, pure and clear.

It knows it can’t forever stay,

The breeze will call it soon away.

Yet in that pause, before the flight,

It lives a lifetime in the light.