– My Tears are my thoughts console me in solitaire – –
What is wrong in shedding tears?
They spill out from my eye cups in love and fear
As they trickle down from eye’s goblet in sheer
Talking with warm feeling over cheeks with care
Leaving behind streaks of writing of my peer
They are soul, wipe stains to rejuvenate to hear
I pick one drop on fingertip says “hello my dear”
Console me and pat my cheeks” I am fruit of eye like a pear”.
I smile and hug all they need to disappear
Holding tears within put my body in shear
As I let run down it makes me cheer
I feel comfortable and happier than ever
Day chases the night and darkness disappear
Moon and Sun never late stay in assigned sphere
