Tears Poem by Alefya Najmi

Deep in night,
With sleep miles away,
And mind wandering in haze,
I sit and cry.
Not knowing what makes me cry,
I let the tears speak their own story,
A story, which is so familiar,
To every human.
Yet every time it changes color,
Takes up a different form,
Speaks a new language,
Always has a unique beginning,
An end, which is never the same.
Sometimes dressed in poverty,
Sometimes laden with riches,
Sometimes in the company of strangers,
And at times in disguise of happiness.
It knocks at every door,
The essence remains the same,
The essence of torture,
The story of pain.