You don't cry they said,
by Saju Abraham
cause you're a man macho.
But what do you do when,
your life falls off your hand
and breaks into million pieces.
While you pick them up to make life,
your hands and feet bleed,
but you keep moving
though you pause to stare blankly.
Your tears blend with your blood,
Steeling you to stall the sadness.
Cry if you must but don't let it get you.