THE LOST DROPS OF TEARS

Grieving is no weakness if meant for a noble cause,

Nor would any drop of tears be considered trivial.

Powerful are they like the mightiest weapon

To conquer hearts and even glorious kingdoms.

Tears are a weakness even of great personages.

They transform lives as divine interventions.

It's impossible to withstand the sobbing eyes,

And if they are genuine they are indomitable.

The brooks of tears aren't of the same shade;

Some shed crocodile tears to get the wants done.

There's not even a pint of sincerity in them,

And their home isn't the hearts, but the egoistic eyes.

There's grudge and malice behind some tears;

They emerge from man's swindle and crookedness.

And, wicked intentions are the abode of them.

There isn't even a tint of compassion in them.

The grooves of tears borne by the righteous' faces

Will never go in vain and be neglected for long.

They win good hearts and their magnanimity,

And they shall have their reward sooner or later.

The end of the days of perspiration too is tearful;

They are the inestimable perfume of the heaven

Gifted to us to express fulfillment, true love, and joy.

Never shed your tears for anything less than humanity.