Story Of My Tears Poem by vijay gupta

Story of My tears
Please smoke
Cigarette is here
No thanks
& just then tears came from his eyes & fell on the earth.
He was a bearded old man, walking
Slowly-slowly on the road.
Along coat & a furred cap was saying the store of his prosperity.
Why are you tearful now?
Before one month I was well from every angle.
A dark night came like a storm & changes the life of my family
and now I am full of grief and sorrows.
On that darkest night
Some rebel militants enter my house & stayed there.
On the gun point they forced me to bring food & other articles & stayed there for two days.
I was helpless & bound to help them because my grand son was under their custody.
State police came after the departure of the militants.
They charged me of helping the rebel & tortured me & my family bitterly.
Now I am a bad man in the eyes of local public & the govt.
But no body is ready to understand my helplessness.
At that time I was bound to help them
And govt. is tackling me like a traitor.
Now you can understand my grief & the story of my tears.