A Tear Fell
So cold, so indifferent, so open
like love lost and never found
It fell uncultivated, it fell on plane
So silent, so innocent, so personal
A Tear Fell
To the sorry known only to self
Like it was never meant to fall over
Like it was a mistake repeated unknowingly
crying out to the rejection of love of nature
A Tear Fell
So immune to the suffering of ilk
Like a sprinkled watery bulb
lay there and kept all miseries to self
looking a meaningfully quiet and aloof
A Tear Fell
Manufactured by watery mist of nature
And let to dot down by leaves of a plant
A plant so sweet, so pleasant like mothers bosom
Opening up its happy hand in a season
A Tear Fell
Like an innocent photo it lay there so truthful, so loyal, so faithful
like a problem asunder; a problem obscured to others
A problem restricted to and known
by one party only
A Tear Fell
