Tears wipe pain from my face, Not strength from my heart.
Tears wipe pain from my face
Not strength from my heart.
Tears are tiny drops of pain
In the ocean of ever flowing joys.
To the temple she goes with tears in
eyes,
From the temple she comes with
smiling pride.
Sorrows are never drowned in tears
Why do we ever cry?
Eyes that have cried in our pain
May we not forget in days of our gain.
Faith never cries
It’s doubt that sheds tears.
Darkness of night
Reveals the story of peace
Who says sorrows too exist?
No blows lead to death
No pain stirs the soul,
We are brave
The truth be known.
Often when I stand alone
Near the dug up soil,
I feel the grave of the wrong I hold
The strength of good within my fold.
In the competency
Of material rhythm,
Where city breathes in
I know where I stand
They know where I stand not.
They took me in a palace
They took me in no home,
They asked me to sit
There was no floor.
If death has to come
It won’t need a door
It can come from the sky
And take me in best of my health.
Still I close one open
Not with the fear to die
But with respect
To the custom of care.
I saw a candle burning
And burning for the night,
I felt it was sorrow
I saw it was light.
Had fallen from the eyes
The pride of heart,
In the form of tear
In front of all.
We know the difference
We believe in logic
Heart weeps
Smiles the tragic.
No use it is to talk to the air
The time has passed
The hour unfair.
In the magnitude of what exists
There is nothing in infinity
And infinity in nothing.
A drop fell in ocean
Some call it dream
Some tear
How sound the believe
How real.
When death is hope
Life is a tomb.
Near the fruity tree lies his grave,
He who died for a loaf of bread.
Reason to gather
Custom to organize,
Efficient is lonely
Social is life.
Written by Ekta Kalra