My Tears Are Unimportant Poem by tanya mishra
My Tears Are Unimportant
who sees a man on the road
when they are busy carrying their loads?
I'm one of those hunted pendant
my tears are unimportant.
a bowl in my hand
and no owned land
I'm one of those hunted ragged,
my tears are always nagged.
how brightly does the sun shines,
bringing a dropp of happiness in everyone's life.
so why I'm full of endless nights,
to romp in the dawn, don't i have that much right?
no one cares that I'm het up
will anyone get out of their own set up
and help this man who lost his way
to find out about his hey day
my tears are unimportant
and I'm forced to say
Yours are one of the most meaningful poems I get to read.You're right, the tears of beggars are unimportant for us.Enjoyed the rhyme and rhythm along with fussilade of sentiments, rightly expressed
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3/14/2026 3:37:18 AM # 1.0.0
if one sits along the road nobody will take care about him. Let him keep his sorrows aside and be among the others surely he will as others. I dont think to show this much mercy on him self grievance is good but self rejection from society is not good. Bcz man is a social animal and he should involve in this. As the world grows do not try it to keep inside the wrist for the sake of a mans disability to win the bread. There is a vast scope there to earn it. The way of winding poem is good one. You shown your takent. Keep it up thanks for ur good words