Drop of a tear tells, tales of a tear drop
It cleans our inner dirt like a foamy soap
It born at heart-hut brings up in eye-palace
It rolls on our cheek when we cry when we weep
It looks like pearl, melted pearl
It sound like rain drop, wild and witty
It smell nothing
It is colorless like our inner sky
It is Luke warm like a sheep’s skin
We urge our self with unspoken tears
How tear tells its untold grief , unseen wounds