Tears
You are not water anymore when you turn into a cloud,
You are not the same as water when you are frozen.
Be a dew drop on the top of grass.
Be a shy tiny pearl on the tip of a girl’s nose.
Be the sweat of the salt lake on the back of the farmer who cultivates with plow.
Then, you are no longer water anymore!
When you have smell, color and taste.
There is a book of the night and a page is allocated for each night.
And the night hides under flap of the page.
No one can see with their own naked eyes.
When all the lights in the house are turned off,
Except the moon in the sky, the stars in the far distance places
and the crocked dogs under the lampposts,
No one is then stay awake,
Someone turns her face on the pillow in the bedroom and cries in silence,
The firefly’s chest glows as a dew drop of light!
No! You are no longer water anymore.
As the raw gold, becomes expensive ornament by embellishment---
Something just like that has another name,
Water! Then you are no longer water anymore.
Copyright © Tuwa Noor | Year Posted 2020
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