So Many People Cannot Lie: A Ghazal In English Poem by Mratunjay Saxena

They say that they do not cry, do they?

They'll conquer even the hardest fronts,
most of them just do not try, do they?

My eyes are sore and pricking like hell,
tears don't come when they run dry, do they?

They all remember the ones they loved,
parting hearts don't wave a bye, do they?

Their eyes lit up on meeting your's, you say,
no one loves a passersby, do they?

my pleadings all on deaf ears fall, alas!
Gods don't hear a meager sigh, do they?