Tear Drops Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Tear drops may fall
On shoulder to call
Close identity with scrutiny
Few may escape mutiny

From eyes through cheeks
It may fall to seek
The test unknown so far
To that of smile or cry from star

“It is sour test” lover exclaimed
“Life may turn too same: he claimed
Why not leave the field in between?
The defeat is alright and welcome

Love can turn desert into green
If both are willing and keen
It has power to stand any eventuality
Love has known and proved its quality

Why do both embrace and hug?
Why people try to pull the rug?
It is unknown attraction that comes to rescue
People from distanced fail to understand or view

If love has magic
Teas have music too
Its drop are compared to rain
That causes surprise with pain

Even happiness may bring tears
For long time to think and bear
There is no security to fear
As something is whispered or heard in ears