In The Heart Of Tears Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

A star runs across the sky
And plunges headlong into the infinity
And is lost for ever.
It looks simple.
A star less.
But the universe goes on,
Locked in its own speed and committed glory,
Unmindful of anybody's pain or pleasure
Loss or gain!
A star is lost, thousands are born,
To join the race for the space.
One goes, and is replaced by thousands.
I wonder why it is all happening.
Why then do we have to feel the separation,
And the loss?
Why are tears our immediate refuge?
Why are our hearts so tender and sensible?
Why could we not have been hardened at source?
There would then be no pain, no tear, no heartbreak.
Are we not mistaking this life for a field of tears?
Maybe yes!
But then, we would not be human.
There is a price to pay
For being human!
And that is the everlasting beauty and glory of it:
To be made in the image of the maker himself!
For tenderness and tears are the other names for love.