BAREFOOT IN THE DEW
Perhaps the sky was, not yet really blue,
Or may be, I was merely out for fun.
Perhaps, I had nothing else to do,
To celebrate the battles joined and won.
Perhaps, it was wind, the way it blew
Or may be, it was the absence of the sun.
Something there was, I neither know nor knew:
Some unsaid thing, when all is said and done!
I did it! Why did I do it? I, for one,
I neither have an inkling nor a clue
When in the middle of my morning run,
A patch of grassy meadow crossed my view,
I do not know if others did it too?
And yet I walked barefoot in the dew!
