The wind just blew away the
cover ;that I put on my face.
It revealed my tears to the world;
but alas!no one ever noticed it,
though it was flowing like an unstoppable river.
But I learned to wipe my own tears
and now I can not just wipe my own
tears ;but reach out my arms to someone
whose eyes can no longer hold their tears.
I am grateful for all the lessons that
had made me strong ;not just for myself
but for this planet .
I can remember times were my pillows
were soaked in tears ,from memories
that haunted me from my past.
But today I don’t cry from my past
hurts ,but for those who touched my
heart with their heart warming stories,
Is it my weakness to cry? or does anybody
cry because they are weak
or they need some’s care?
Wouldn’t it be nice to spare our time
today; to bring a smile to a sad looking face
by just sparing our time, to listen to their story
maybe that’s just enough to heal a wounded
heart or to save a precious life.
With infinite gratitude