2..

Early in the morning,
When the sun is shining,
The beautiful dew,
Is one among the few,
That reminds of the love,
Which you give me when I bow,
This is the only feeling that I walk with,
Not scared of any myth,
And when the sun sets,
My heart beat still bets,
That I will be alive,
And I will survive,
Only when you there,
And the love you share..
- KRITIKA..