Teardrop Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Teardrop
As the world reflected in the teardrop,
The teardrop didn't speak one word,
Because he was being kept busy,
Crying.
The teardrop's world,
Was a world of sadness.
It was one of witnessing,
The world's badness.
But then one day,
He saw a funny scene,
That caught his fancy keen,
And made him the teardrop of laughter.
He laughed and laughed till he cried.
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Teardrops are shed due to emotion, whether it be happy or sad.