Tear

Yes, I had cried that day and produced a tear.
The reason had been more important and personal,
Than mere shock, grief or fear!

There was a strong reason for its shed.
If I try to remember it, it'll upset me more,
And I'd be troubling my dead soul.

I think I'm getting secluded,
From all those activities
That I loved and which boosted -

My morale, to a friend,
But now everything is about to over!
And I ought to learn to live without them.

This may be a plausible reason for my tear.
But it is nothing special in my context,
Because it is the only jewel I rear.

I have suffered a lot,
Because of my tolerant attitude.
And nothing good my life ever brought.

Now what can be done to prosper?
I see no other option,
Than to bear everything without any murmur.

I don't remember how one defines happiness or mirth.
Everything regarding elation has become so new to me.
And all gay colours of my life are in dearth.

I am alone with no one to hold me,
Stammering on every door I go
To fetch some benevolence and glee.

But alas! I'm only shooed away.
People look upon me with disgust and irritation
And kick me off their way.

Hurt, I have no place to go.
I cannot get any shade to protect myself,
Because there is no real person whom I know.

I am shattered and I have lost all hope.
I'm longing to see that day,
When I'm alone with a fan, stool and a rope.

I no longer want to live any delusion or fear,
I'm simply exhausted watching myself,
In the mirror with a tear.

A tear is the only friend I possess.
And that to will befriend me and go,

If I opt for a happy life with my emotions suppressed.