I sat in the dark watching the stars
And tears flowed
A star took pity and asked
Why are you crying?
I said, you are so far
I cant dream of reaching you.
I walk through the forest admiring the Sequoia
And tears flowed
One sapling asked
Why are you crying?
I said, you are so Straight yet flexible
I cant dream of being like you.
I walked across the flowing river
And tears flowed
One droplet asked
Why are you crying?
I said, you always find your way and flow so Gracefully
I cant dream of flowing like you.
I climbed the Mountain
And tears flowed
One little rock asked
Why are you crying?
I said, you stand so strong and firm
I cant dream of being like you.
I sit down, tired
Wiping the tears,
You walk up to me
Hug me tight, asking
"Where were you?
I missed you so".
And I think - What a waste of all those tears.
6 comments:
Not only its waste of tears but the dreams too......when the feeling of being loved is there!
I like this, it's a different kind of perspective...very unique
IT takes my breath away...Very nice. Like this poem a lot!
Touching the mood of Tagore a bit there. I love that innocent style.
I love it!
Thank you Maddy, Danette, Susie and Tracy.. Melisa, Welcome to my home of words and thank you.
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