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!
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