A lone dewdrop from heaven falling down and down, no idea where it shall land-

Would it be the beak of a bird, quenching its overnight thirst, diminishing itself for salvation?

Would it be on a red rose, waiting to be plucked by a lover for his love, wiped by the lovely hands?

Would it be the blade of a grass, perching atop, paving way to the eternal slide down to non-existence?

Would it be the stinky gutters, where a war rages: purity against the filth, a lone drop against the gust?

Would it be on the web of a spider, when an endless wait begins, incineration by the cruel sun?

I lied by the sea,
far away from the ebb-
uncared, untraceable,
a heap among the mounds.

You came to me first,
And then joined in she,
both squatted by me,
started the play with me.

Never can I forget,
the first caress-
I know not, yours or hers,
but it was like heaven.

Your juvenile dreams,
naive imaginations,
bestowed on my otiose self,
by your seasoned skills.

Grain upon grains,
both made me proud. 
Not conforming to a flaw,
meticulous maven masons.

When your hands tired,
she backed you up. 
While she was ******,
 you tended her to health.

Finally, I stood tall-
an Olympian castle. 
Both were beguiled, 
I would never be happier.  

And, then came the storm,
Satanic vibes infested the air.
I couldn’t fathom what befell,
you were furious, she was crying.

Raised voices, clenched fists,
intimate moments castaway,
I stood a meek witness,
while a relationship was severed.  

Came along the lunar surge,
I was wiped away without a trace.
Both stood distant from the other,
watching me fall, filled with remorse.