When in despair of a mournful day,
To draw sorrow from the well
Of a broken, grieving heart,
Tears seem like an obvious way.
On nights when life seems hard to bear
And times when you are fed with hate,
In some sleepless nights and joyless days,
It feels hard to retain your tears.
You hide 'em, you wipe 'em
You try not to show your face
Until they burst out sometimes
Or sometimes they fade away.
It's a weakness, you may think
But, if I said it were a gift
So your heart could drain all its pain
To keep your health in its pink.
How's it a boon, you ask?
Now tears weigh heavy on scale for duas.
Go ask the soul who cannot cry,
Although she has seen a mountain of fears
Her eyes have dried
Her heart stops to beat
She feels she's dead
While she still lives.
Her heart beats in pain,
And she drenches, while it doesn't rain
Her heart cannot endure no more
Because of its tears retained.
- Syeda Fathima
