These tears are not just tiny droplets,
They are memories sneaking from eyes,
Rolling down dejected slopes of cheeks,
Unheard sound of helpless heart beats.
Transverse longing for depleted emotions,
A deep craving to live again with devotion,
To play freely again on abandoned roads,
To feel again the pleasure of freewill accords.
Surreal pearls of broken garlands line,
Nature’s conscience intuiting nature’s decline.