Tears
Why do tears well up in my eyes
When I pray intensely at the altar?
Why do tears course down my cheeks
When I see old people struggling hard
to lead a normal life?
Reading newspapers has become a tearful affair-
what with the accidents, disasters and tragedies
That they portray.
Why do tears leave a salty taste
In the aftermath of the late-night end of the urban day
Filled with money making manoeuvers,
interspersed with polite pretentious parlance,
And cell phone confabulations.
The worst is -
Why do I hide my tears?
Why do I have to hide myself away from the tears.
This poem was written by soma sundaram on Oct 09, 2007.
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