Dew Drop

Dewdrop- so pretty, so clear, so fresh and rejuvenating;

Just Like first love!
I felt it on my fingertip,
And it thrilled me with its
Fresh and chilled sensation.
This feeling was new but innate,
Same like losing self and
Being completely someone else's
I wanted to keep it forever,
But it dropped down my finger.
For that fraction of second;
I was left isolated, deserted
And felt a hard prick inside.
It taught me thence,
That nothing is forever to keep.
Nothing stays with you always.
In this race of  mortality;
Things come your path
And pass away.
But with their single moment
Of precious presence
They teach you lessons for life.
If it stays, it's yours;
If not, it never meant to be!