[naila.rubab]

It came up to the brim of eye,
But then it somewhere disappeared.
In depth it lives, in depth does lie,
So Solemnly, silently it neared
That no gushing sound was heard.
No force was there for it to stop,
To stop it there was not a word
And so it reached up to the top:
A small speck---silent, slithering.
Just cannot think whereit has gone.
It could have gone on the wind's wing
To moisten wind that dry was born.
The other possibility is---
It adorned someone's fingertips!