This is our little girls first ever deep and kind of depressing poem. Her mom really appreciated this and the deepness in the poem. Well this poem won't be very deep but it will be considered deep if you know that it was written when your little girl was of 12 yrs only.
She was once crying knowing the fate of her future in her room looking looking towards her window which shows the garden. She was crying putting her head in the window sill and looking at garden. No one was at home that time and she was alone. She never shows her vulnerable side to anyone.
As she was crying she noticed that her garden also was looking dull. Maybe it was her imagination but she felt that she always have a connection with her garden. When she will be happy the garden will glow brightly from water sprinkled in it but when she feels low then the garden also seems dull. It was like her soul was connected with nature.
She thought that why the garden must be dull? She realized that the nature have the most worst depression. It suffers the most. The worse thing is that when a human cries then people atleast notice them but when nature cries then no one gives attention. She then felt her palm all wet due to heavily crying. Infact she cried hardly for so long that the window sill also got a bit wet. She was still crying but now a bit calmer. Not hardly but like silent tears.
Then she noticed her poem notebook beside her. That is what she needed that time. She immediately grabbed her poem notebook with pen and scribbled this painfully beautiful poem.
Tears
Everyone have shed these salty water,
Only to feel a bit better,
They are called tears,
It shows we do have fears,
And still some problems unclear.
Cries without tears are painful,
It's bitter but truthful,
That in this city,
No one is there to even pity.
Nature cries in rain,
It have the most severe depression,
But it all goes vain,
We are just busy creating impression.
Tears say a person is lost,
The pain can't be written in cost,
But we have to do our best,
Just think it's nothing but god's hard test.
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