TEARS

Frosted, water dried on eyelid
Died deep inside the eyes
Please don't call him hard
Least you will wake him up
He got his shelter, now!

Please don't wake the little soul
With thy magical potion today again
Don't know what will become of thee
Standing erect he will come to you
In his resurrection then

Earlier, transversed many a journeys
Sorrow and joy combined
Stilled! knowing with no avail
The desire gets at the door
And vanished through an open window

History got written in shadowy slumber
With dark beam through the stony eyes
That! Once, there lived a man
Good for nothing and food for all
And hence was lovingly called 'Tears'.