Eyes full.
Tear rolls down.
Cheeks get marked.
A lady uses her emotion.
Another stream,
men succumb,
one of her swift weapons.
Fast one now,
a shrill long deep cry.
Sensational, sentimental,
compassionate, down pour,
her nature with a feather touch.
Then passion filled,
romantic outcry.
Her thrills and hopes,
in a sensitive burst.
Out performing all,
she cries on and on,
until she gets what she desired.
Her special armor!
When she cries,
world tremble in fear.
Vibes reaches far corners.
An earthquake is resulted by tantrum
A smile of her,
behind wet eye lashes.
radiates warmth,
all around her; after a rain.
Tear she wears,
round her neck like an ornament
A necklace on her feminine,
in a wild hug she adorn her man,
tying her self on his neck!
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a single droppppppppp of that tear could say sooooooooo much good write -----
'Tear she wears, round her neck like an ornament A necklace on her feminine, in a wild hug she adorn her man, tying her self on his neck! ' Excellent- interesting- lovely
haha! ! a clever write.......tears a woman's weapon......personally i have never used them....
A lady uses her emotion. I, being a woman, was a bit apprehensive whether I should comment or not....as I have met some crying men too in my life...Anyways...10+ for your way of expression..Brishti Mazumdar
Thank You Anjali Sinha Thanks for your kidn comments. Greetings Satheesan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tear can mean so much.