My Tears Poem by Gajanan Mishra

1

You see my tears,
But it does not mean
I am crying.
And why should I cry?
Am I the contractor of crying?
Or I am suffering from
Incurable diseases?
Or any irreparable loss
Put me in the net.
I know not whether
I am crying or not.
But it is sure
What you told you
Saw my tears.

2.

My tears are not mine,
Let me clear here.
They all belong to them
And I am no way related
With tears at any time
Anywhere and not putting
Any importance to any situation
Or to any questions of anyone.
My tears have no language
I know you know and
It is good and fine.
Peace is here, as for language
They have nothing to go to
Any dispute or to violate any law.

3.

Sometimes, of course,
I have to hear the sounds
Of falling the leaves.
Some other times I am too
Go the jungle to collect
Some flowers and fruits,
Jungles are not so much
Fearful as earlier.
In the jungle, I hear
The cry of the stones,
And the trees are with them,
And they all have theirs
Own tears different from me,
I admit not with you, though.

4.

Tears are tears,
Whose tears, no matter.
You hear I hear
And it has a scope to
Open a new chapter
To create a new history
In good order
Told by an architecture.
It is true, I need
No arbitrator to come to
Any conclusion.
I am not in confusion
As you know from the very
Beginning of this devolution.