Drops of water dripping down slow,
They dont really know where to go!
Born in the darkest and deepest place,
Gushing out unstopped with low a pace.
Washing away the unwanted as they move on,
Leaving behind a trace from where they've gone.
Special they are, for they never flow back,
Short and has no goal-Weird is their track.
True to the name-they're called as tears,
Deep inside the heart, each drop does pierce.
Joyous are cries of the vast blue skies,
Gloomy is rain of two small misty eyes.
PS:
1. Could not leave the poem on such a sad note. So , ending it this way:-
Precious are tears, just like the heavenly rain,
treasure them inside with a rainbow on lips to sustain.
2. If you know a great site for online poetry(Rules for writing poetry,characteristics of a poem or collection of some good poems) , Please let me know.
