A dropp of tear
That is held
On the tip of the finger
With love and care
That dropp of tear
Is a mirror of the heart
And the prism
To the rainbow of sentiment
And it transforms into a pearl
Those lakes at the menisci
Withheld at the brims
Do not stream down
As the eyes gaze
At the white fluffy clouds
Of the empty promises
Just flying by……….
maitreyee joshi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-384/
