Tears of Joy
Green leaves and chattering birds
The first thing I see in the morning
Your face and your voice
Last thing I saw and heard last night
I can’t make best of it
If I could change the name nature
Would it be beauty?
I can think of it that way
Everything that is beautiful
In what we call the gift of nature
Someone may ask me about tears
It is one of the nature’s gifts that you talk about
But
Aren’t they shiny little cute thing?
The might fall for a good reason as well
The word tear doesn’t denotes pain
But the word pain denotes tear.
And so does the word joy.
Things are different
But the way you look at them is same.
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