Drops of water dripping down slow,
They dont really know where to go!
Born in the darkest and deepest place,
Gushing out unstopped with low a pace.
Washing away the unwanted as they move on,
Leaving behind a trace from where they’ve gone.
Special they are, for they never flow back,
Short and has no goal-Weird is their track.
True to the name-they’re called as tears,
Deep inside the heart, each drop does pierce.
Joyous are cries of the vast blue skies,
Gloomy is rain of two small misty eyes.
1. Could not leave the poem on such a sad note. So , ending it this way:-
Precious are tears, just like the heavenly rain,
treasure them inside with a rainbow on lips to sustain.
2. If you know a great site for online poetry(Rules for writing poetry,characteristics of a poem or collection of some good poems) , Please let me know.