These rustic tears
when they drop,
time and place
they know not,
sophistication
they can spell not,
all they can be is
themselves
and the path beyond.
Caught in my palms
and my cheeks,
in whispers they speak
glad they found a way out
now they rest;
anguish and misery
they carry with them
leave the heart clean,
dry and in peace.
Inspired by the poem 'TIME PLACE AND ACTION' by Arkay Das
Let them flow....if they can clear your heart off its pain, let them spill....if your eyes can recover from the temporary blurness, let them roll down, away from your pale cheeks...if they can redeem its redness! ! ! The best way in which one can be inspired....Well done Reshma! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
a wonderful poem about the magical and cleansing properties of tears and their ability to deliver accpetance....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loved it....a very heartfelt write