MY COLD TEARS

A drop of tears, a pouring drop expressed your love for me again,

Highlighted by clueless to understand the emotions of a hopeless

A burnt up memory and within my room,

A worsening tear from what lies behind,

No place has to let memories wash over me hid

A fist made a great fort in the summers,

A rage let me rest in its vast softness,

The destruction days will be hard and nights cooler

A sheer within the shadow of a false icon,

An empty feelings and emotions course through me like the cold tears,

No place for me an eternal home

My tears are contorting in and out of melancholy shapes,

To cherish, all a present under the spell your command

All mine expectations not to be emplaced on the seed before I perish,

All a knock my quarks into some unknown scene meaningless life and die behind

I would be stared into the mirror a voice

I am screaming of the howls of night sing,

Cries of the fallen one by one

My final precious hope, holding just enough rope to the past,

My curious future is highlighted by your true love!

Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta (Mewadev) -India-