When your tears threaten to
Spill over the rand of your eyelids,
Yet they stay there full and un-cried…
As if they want you to feel their pain for as long as their short lives could last…
Before you cry them out and maybe, the pain will be gone … Maybe!!
Should I hate them or welcome them!?
They hurt… Yet, they’re heart-felt…
their sorrow’s welcome,
So soothing and calming,
Reminds me of the dawn,
Its purple birthing pains!
Announcing that a new day’s born
yet loaded with its burdens!
One of the strangest things I’ve ever seen –
Stubborn and bitter-sweet!
Those un-cried tears!