From the corners of eyes they flow,
In the sorrow & happiness they flow.
From the troubled eyes they flow,
To tell all the lies , they flow।
One is lost in loving memories they flow,
In the warmth of loving arms they flow.
In the lone nights & gay spring wind,
They are tales from fathoms of mind।
Sung the saddest songs , they flow,
Hearing the sweetest melody they flow.
They are heart-throb pain with cheers,
Foe some just salted water,else they are tears।
Every time they are a different tale,
The deepest secrets of heart they unveil.
They flow for else’s cause,
Even flow one gets applause।
They are humble power of pious soul,
May also be a sinful quest.
Since they may be the crocodile tears,
Poised for some vested interest.