As the world reflected in the teardrop,
The teardrop didn't speak one word,
Because he was being kept busy,
Crying.
The teardrop's world,
Was a world of sadness.
It was one of witnessing,
The world's badness.
But then one day,
He saw a funny scene,
That caught his fancy keen,
And made him the teardrop of laughter.
He laughed and laughed till he cried.
Vera Sidhwa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/teardrop-17/
