Every now and then I'm shedding tears
to wash my all griefs and joys
to penetrate my assembling thoughts.
I'm shedding tears to console my soul
I'm shedding tears for fertility of life
I'm shedding tears to save my life
from all barrenness of life.
I fear if my tears are dried up
then there will be no muse in life.
Tears wash away all the undesirable. What to do when there are no more tears left? A very pertinent question raised.
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I fear if my tears are dried up then there will be no muse in life. - - - Really tear is life, without it there is no muse in life. An intensive poem I like most. Thanks for sharing. - - - - 10