The Rolling Tears
The Rolling Tears


The vast expanse of horizon
Stood there still for ages
Paving the path for clouds black and white
Full of loads of moisture it condenses.
The blue hue within stood up-side down
Of a vast sea that donned water gown
Lifting waters under curves undefined
Just as clouds sails across under air-tide.
But as the heart of nature burdened
Wind right there, that drove it labored
Until it burst open its lacrimal gland
Brimming big bounty droplets, uncontrolled.
Like tears of the sky that was above
Rolles down its cheeks, as it sees
The dusty dry parched ground
Yearning for every drop that leaves the cloud.
Fathoming drop every, that slops down
Forgets the pain it gains on separation
With the hope to quench the thirst
Its beloved ground suffered under sear sunlight.