When Men Cry Its Never For Nothing.. Poem by utsav dhital

hollow heart
broken and squeezed
weights of love
for whom, to resume
sadness got him down

long before
he had a time
sky crowded with innocent orange clouds
sunshine on the wet leaves
where he made love
with the one he loved
right and alive summer evening
smiles on small things
strange and significant
but he never thought
time will divide instead of share
take her to a bed of mud
with the pillows of rock