if you have to cry, cry.
nothing is more healing than a cry.
seen the sky when pregnant with rain?
she is dark and gloomy,
sad and heavy then.
can't move at all, can't smile at all
can't live at all-
until it empties its aches and pain.
so is for human.
if you are dark and gloomy,
sad and heavy;
you must cry
and empty your pain.
tears is a sacred river.
it cleanses
all ache, pain and despair.
o man cry,
cry until you die.
Painting: J W Godward
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Arun, such a heartwarming write👍👍👍
thank you for reading me. kind regards.