Tear Drops Poem by Khirod Dalpati

As I was thinking of the past
And all my days gone by the winds,
My eyes were filled with tears
All ready - with their wings.
I felt as if they were preparing
To fly somewhere far-far away,
Before they could leave me alone
As if they had something to say.

One after another they began
To drop down in the dark,
Wishing me and bidding me
Good buy and best of luck.
They rolled down my chick
And flew away with their wings
Might be - they were carried away
All of them by the winds.

I couldn't see them fly away
As they had filled my eyes,
One by one they had left me -
Leaving me with a big surprise.
Oh! My precious Tear Drops
A lot I tried to withhold,
And then did I realised
They were more precious than gold.


By: - Khirod Dalpati