Dry Tears Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

DRY tears is what I shed
The ear is open and heart prepared;
The worst is worldly loss no one can hold.
Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay:
The worst is death, and death will have its day.
But, , , But…Dear earth, I do salute thee,
I weep for joy
To stand once again.
I see a long-parted mother with her child
Playing fondly with her tears and smiles,
Weeping, smiling, I greet you, my earth,
Gentle earth, let thy venom,
Cause annoyance to the treacherous feet
Which with usurping steps trample thee:
And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,
Guard it, I pray thee,
Mock not my senseless conjuration:
This earth shall have a feeling and these stones
Prove armed soldiers.