Mukta Sawant - Tears

Small water drop,
From eyes it pops,
And on check it hops,
It's not as big as river Nile,
Sometimes it shows
Happiness's crop,
Even just for a while,
Our lips feel that smile,
Lives in our heart for miles.

Sometimes it is bad,
Makes us feel sad,
in a worried style,
It's a worthless dial,
Everyone always fear,
From this kinda tear,
Which stays in heart?
For years and years.

Mukta Sawant

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