Tears

Trickle down slow,
No hustle, no race,
Drop down till you evanesce.

Wet soul, clasped hold,
Aching hour.
Dank wind, hate pins,
Hurt no more.

Raucous wailing,
Flustered soul,
Grave numb sobbings,
In voiceless bawl.

Drip down flow,
Oh! tears Break slow.
Drop down till you fall no more.

by Plabita Plabi

Comments (1)

A very touching poem.