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Tuesday, February 1, 2011


Like the despondent farmer
happy when he sees a sapling
grow forth from saline soil.
So was my heart this hour,
happy to know
that I could cry.

Like the first drop
that hits the baked earth
after the searing summer heat
The tear streaks down
moistening the cheek
and rolling over an earnest smile.

Like the sounds of waves rolling past
a soothing sound of thunder
over the calm below
A sigh that accompanies
the tear that went free
brings peace to the heart and soul.

1 comment:

  1. I like this!
    Manan, this is a pleasant surprise!