With tears you signed on the wall
Did not leave any impact on others shawl
It's your tears got wasted you know
For whom they were shed they don't know.
Its value is priceless if you call its own
for others it stand to be as good as meaningless one!
Let's hoard our tears as and when we shed
It's value measures the depth of ocean
At the end of the day they just get dried away
But leave a deep imprint on ones heart
Do you know?
May be the pain too went along with the tears you shed
It's priceless if my eyes shed them out
For others it stand to be the tears shed on barren land
Which will neither quench your thirst nor keep you dry!
© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar
All rights reserved!
An amazing poem on tears, it touched the heart. No surprise, it's a poem by Geetha Jaya Kumar!
What an amazing poem about deepest feelings about tear and this really expresses the moment of grief too very well. This touches mind and amazes ever the reader. Very interesting sharing this is definitely....10
Our tears have most value for us. For others it is like rain drop on barran land. So true. We grow through pain and tears. Such a heart touching poem. Poetry has power of healing not just for poet but for others too. Thank you for sharing Geetha. Cheers and hugs for you.
Hoarding our tears, till it is bigger and deeper than oceans! ! Thank you for sharing this poem. I would also love to thank you for your beautiful comments on my poems especially The Lonely Path, I was trying to send you a reply but saw message to you is blocked. I am also quite active on FB with a poetry ID seema jayaraman, would appreciate if you can add me as a friend, I tried to add you, but again was unable to. I am a Mumbai based aspiring poetess and would like to connect to poets from Mumbai. thanks
Very meaningful expression....somewhat similar to the saying it's no use crying over spilt milk... Yes, we can not waste our tears for others who have no concern at all...thought provoking poem...thank you Geetha
It is a beautiful poem and will always stand as a remedy tom many...beautiful one, love it much
Tears come when our heart is filled with deep pathos. Life is like an ocean and can be drowned in the blueish tears of any one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amusing poem, tears are precious and they come out only when heart and mind is touched by events, Wonderful poem, Loved it, Thanks for sharing,10+++