Tears burn the heart and the lips tremble,
   That part of the heart where the mind has no control .
A sandwich of thoughts wrapped in tears galore .

Tears that seem to roll in a stream ,
Tears that compell the heart to scream .
Tears that are never seen, like raindrops that touch the skin camoflouging infinite thoughts within .

So let me hold onto the precious gem ,
Let no fear stem ,
Let me make this easy for us ,
Let me hold onto your heart thus .


©Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar