LONELY   MAN   ON    THE   COSMIC    STAGE

Like  a  bastard  baby  abandoned  to  the  fate
 a drop  of  dew  on a pale  withered  leaf
is  startling  in fear  of  the   peering  Sun
Yet  - this  morn ,  as  mother  expectant
is  blushing  crimson  in her  reverie
dreaming  of  her  first  born !

This  off-spring  of  moisture  alone  --I  see
not  convinced   by  the   assurance  of   golden  day
 suspicious  like  one   displaced  and  frustrated
is  dazed  with  panic ,  finding  no way
to  hide  itself  on that  sere  moribund  leaf !

Apprehending  its  desiccated  Death  ,  any  time
under the   triumphant  archway   of  the  crimson Sun
lord !  how it  shrinks   a-trembling
this  dew-drop  stranded !
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