Colorless are the tears out of emotion
So genuine like a colorful butterfly in motion.
These tears hum hymns of love and hate, and
Pound songs of sorrow and sorry on soft shoulders.
Every thudding tear dropp creates a brand new fear
For even a giant man gently sheds plenty of none
And so does a bold woman whose tears are profuse
As a passionate hunger to accomplish or refuse.
If tears pour down heavily like a rain in rage
Storms and innumerable rainbows would abound.
But unlike rainbow and red love in a symbolic heart
Tears are shapeless and colorlessly not paint-able.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
I was invited to recite a poem and thought expressing the importance of tears in our life through this poem could contribute a lot to the theme of the occasion. I used to think that women sheds more tears than men due to the wrong perception that women only knows to fight for their rights by shedding tears. I never believed in their tears because I knew, in most cases they were fake. I was proved wrong and was able to restructure this piece within the notion that we all sheds tears. Although there are million reasons as to why we shed tears, the source of tears are our emotions, and whether sad or happy tears are without color. Tears are colorless from either man or woman or, what color are a man's if he sheds none or little, and what value is there in his judging them from others
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