Tears

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Tears

Dear love, drown me not with sorrow, For if you do, my bosom will suffer. Those in your eyes create omens, so tough, That don't fit in your enchanting cheeks.

I don't envision reasons for tears for such, For it's just a waste for you and for me. Better shed the tears of merriment To make me feel mature, free of vexations, So that, I can accomplish well before I rejoin.

Wish me well with your delightful lips And permit me be accountable for your tears, for every drop that you’ve poured until now. With my lasting love I shall replace your pain, Upon reunion with the tears of happiness, Never to invite such darkness, forever.