Dew

Few drops of moisture, few drops in the morn,
are they tears from a night, that has long forgone.

The still of the morning, has answers none,
to pleading questions, the night had sprung

Quietly in a corner, I am forced to see,
what I had once thought, was my destiny

I wait for that light, for something...a clue?
To hear what is said, by the morning dew...

Nadeem....