Taste Of Life - Poem by vinit ghosh
In the midst of desert sand I saw him with the small plant in the shabby bucket;
I asked for water and he sprinkled some from the bucket on my face;
He said in his low voice ' Now you also come to know the value of tears just like this little plant'
I smiled and walked away with the salty taste in my tongue and heart;
It is the tears which we collect that keeps us alive.
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