Tears ...

It rolls down the cheeks sans her consent

and cleanses the soul to her heart's content

It wells up in the eyes sans any persuation

and turns all reunions into memorable occasions

It sparkles in the eyes of a toddler

and ousts all sorrows from heart of his mother

It rushes out from the core of her existence

and exhibits agony on her countenance

It is pent up in her soul so distsressed

and rips apart the heart of her beloved

It erupts as a fiery ball of fury

and pulls down an entire bastion to penury

It sometimes trickles down for no reason

and seams to be a fashion of all seasons

However, it hurts the most when it is parched

for then the tears are helpless and incapacitated.