TEARS OF MY POEM
My poem cries with pensive pain
It sheds tears without any gain .
How it does restore its sweet voice
When there is none to read it with choice .
Weightless tears that it sheds
A thousand buds that it breeds.
They will turn into infinite sea,
Definitely one day, you will see.
They will transform into green woods,
Within few years, will claim as manhood .
I am here to irrigate them with rain
Along with shower of joy and pain.
Echo of reality ensures its sound
To vibrate the world its around.
Fruit of hope will be the sweetest
Spirit of conscience is the greatest.
I expect to revive a new life from you
Blessings of all of you,that I view.
By Tulsi Shrestha