When rubbish flowers in a cemetery

October 3, 2008

Tears are the same

She had it; she didn't.

One morning she found it,
and awed and worried she got rid of it.

One morning she wept silently again
wondering what she gave up in life's bargain.

Both cried at what they got
one had and gave it up,
the other gave up 'coz she couldn't have.

Their tears were the same,
though their grief differed;
A child's face in their eyes
was now blurred.

1 comment:

Joseph M. Pinto, Pune, India said...

Get out of the lonely frame. There are enough people in the world ... and more to share.