All Tears Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Not water,
But tears,
All tears.
All tears,
On our land,
In our people eyes,
See the sky.

Blood, death,
Hunger, thirst,
All still,
Neither slow,
Nor fast,
Life is painful
With back neck injuries.

All lose,
No flow of love.
All words,
No helpful hints.
All ended
With no complete means.

All alone
In silence.
No subsidy
In life.

No joy
All tears
All Sorrows.
No free movements,
Nothing and
All fear everywhere.