Tears

When my tears shed,

My each dear one fled.

The only thing remained was my pen.

And writing some words of poetry was really a zen.

It help me wipe my tears ,

And accelerate my life by changing gears.

 

Sometimes it's necessary to realise what and who is worth your time 

And broke my false belief of thinking that something was only mine 

God's timing is perfect to show you what you deserve 

It can be through good or bad that depends on how you observe 

When my tears shed 

They were the poetic phrases unsaid.