Tiny droplets fallen from the eye
Some say, they are an expression of sorrow.
For some, they are manifestation of joy.
Roll down the cheeks as messengers of over-whelming grief;
Shedding them gives you hell lotta relief.
Sometimes they emerge as a sign of abysmal contrition
When no solace is found in penance or retribution.
They are the molten lava that gushes out
When volcano in the heart erupts.
When person you trusted the most, stabs you
And inconsequential seems your life's crux.
They blur the vision,
Set the eyes on ignition.
But after spilling them out,
Certainly ameliorates your disposition.
Fools are those who mistake them as a trait of weak
They are indubitably an insignia of strength and power.
For its crushing to stay quiet when your heart's being rendered apart
Than to shout. fight. avenge and shriek!