Tears...

For every tear that I have shed,

There’s a memory which has burnt.

Coming down from watery eyes,

There’s a story which has died.

Not looking back and marching on,

To create a new tale in every phase.

Sometimes going ahead or lacking behind,

Searching the goal for which I am born.

I’m neither grief-stricken nor depressed,

By abrupt ending of each tale.

Rather it moulds me into a flexible being,

And helps in creating success.