Tears are not mere droplets
but a rivulet, flowing
from the broken chambers
of a heart that has failed
to hide a shade of pain opaque
or a season of cataclysms.
Like rain drops of monsoon
From a cloud that is frozen
Tears hide deep a sense of sorrow
In myriad shapeless forms
To encircle life for reasons
Known and unknown
To cleanse the inner lesions
To heal to mirror a new image,
To connect to reconnect light rays,
To take in hand a new tender dream,
To hold a wish in silken eye string
Fallen from the banks of a virgin lake
for us to cherish a miracle in our
chaste playhome of childhood…
A teardrop! a smile and endless hope..
REMA PISHARODY