Cry when I, it lightens my heart.
Of this heart,  sorrow is now a part.

Then think I, is it alright to cry?
It's better, if your tears, you dry.

And use this very time, to some needy's tears wipe.
This help will me n him, to a new poem type.

When help I a needy, joy fills my heart.
Now joy, not tears, are of my heart, a part.

Armin Dutia Motashaw.