Wise People Say Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

Wise people say

There comes a time
When tears don't flow
They get hardened
Into winter snow.

Into icicles
They do turn
Pricking fingertips
They do burn

Pains of heart
They never go
In hardened core
Memories are stored

Laughters lost
To mountain caves
To the roaring
Ocean waves

Depth of sadness
Like black holes
A dying star
Loves life no more

But life goes on..

In manure
Of dead trees
Sprouting seeds
Circle complete
Nothing left
To plead entreat
Nalini