In a longing sight, I saw the morning dew,

bright like a gem but with a transient smile.

All in life is like a dew drop,

captivating by the presence but for the fleeting moment.

All in vain of strain I felt,

Gust of memories haunt my thoughts,

for I am bound in material chain, thriving

for something like a dew drop.

I have roamed through the ancient lands to

humble villages, from slums to extravagant cities, all

to find the path for peace at heart.

Just to learn the philosophy offered by the sight of a morning dew from my window frames.