The eyes were enveloped with mistiness
But it could not hold strong for long
And so the tears began to roll down
Telling the world its story of despair
Lest anyone would not be
Heartless to listen and care
As it swept the numbed cheeks
Stirring it in its wake
A deluge of bitterness and salt
For whosoever may be at guilt and fault
To be the connoisseur of its taste
How does it taste?
You may ask
I would reply
Like a Silent Lover’s Cry
