Tears

The poor have a bucket full of tears,

Drawn from the wells of their poverty.

Lovers carry their loads of tears of

The expectation and evacuation of love.

Rich men's tears are a round the clock flow,

Falling upon the corridors of currencies.

Farmers' tears are formed of failed crops.

Covid tears are of a morbid kind.

Doctors who see the happening of death 

Everyday in their own caring hands,

Watch their eyes,dried of patient's tears.

More genuine tears are those of kids, 

Crying for milk and for the pain of a kind 

Not fit for their untrained mind to express.

Never true tears,belong to the political tribe

Whose crocodile version fills the canny side.

God who has let the whole barter of tears

Take shape in drops and torrents,  

Keeps blinking,not knowing whether 

To laugh at his lost species,or lie low

Over a failing mankind,living in silly haste, 

Ignoring the value and width of life's taste.

P.Chandrasekaran.