Anatomy of Tears

Tiny droplets of salt Cling on the tip of eyelashes Hanging valiantly Until a blink of eye Makes them jump Over the cheeks To die on the lips It is a mirror Of seasons That fills our life Sadness Happiness To utmost surprise A drop says it all Just a drop or two To define an expression Or a thunderous outpour From reddened eyes Speak silent volumes Of feelings. Tears are not racist They are broad minded Resides in every eye Rich or poor High or low caste Tears are just tears Colourless Flawless drops.