Song of Tear
I’m not a tiny drop of water,
That trickles down an aching eye,
I’m not a drop of blood,
That clots with every sigh!
I’ m not a drop of rain,
That becomes a pearl, with time!
I’m not the word, of a poem,
That makes it rhyme!
I’m not the speech of a book,That remains quiet, forever,
I’m not a stroke of the brush,That the canvas remembers!
I’m neither a stitch,
That brings the torn, together,
Nor a link,
That a relation would ever matter!
I’m neither a flash,
That turns a gloom, into glee,
Nor an anguish, a guilt, a woe, or a plea!
Not even the sadness, that could make Euphoric,
Or, the happiness that would make, Dysphoric!
I’m only a gesture of honour, of ego , and pride,
That shows just nothing, but, ‘what’, it hides!