Let Me Cry Your Tears

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Nothing’s worse than a helpless cry,

Sensations of a hollow heart-

No matter how much we try,

We’ll only repeat the miserable past.


No wonder I am selfish,


Yes, yes I am.

But isn’t everyone?

You need more when you have more?


Mere helpless cries won’t hold me long,

I am a selfish being- 

How unjust am I being to act sad,

When I’ve got all I need-

How can I waste my tears crying over something I want,

When I could cry your tears- tears of real meaning?


So let me cry real tears.


The tears of a feeble life going hungry to bed,

The tears of a mother who lost her child in the war,

The tears of regret a son cries in his father’s funeral,

The tears of a being, harassed somewhere in the dark,

The tears of distance two lovers cry in distress,

Let me cry your tears-

You don’t deserve this- let me feel helpless instead.


Let me cry your tears,

Tears of an orphan not finding a home,

Tears of a boy watching his parents separate in a divorce,

Tears of the fear of not knowing how you’ll pay the bills,

Tears of wandering homeless in New York’s winter chills,

Tears of hard work

Tears of heart-break

Tears of disease and tears of loss…

Let me cry your tears-

You don’t deserve this- let me cry 

irrespective of you winning or losing the toss.


I know the the pain of a helpless cry,

A pain so burning that your heart’s well runs dry,

And when it’s cold you don’t freeze- you simply die.

Let me cry your tears,

The tears of a lonely heart,

The tears of a healing scar,

The tears of the absence of you know exactly who-

The tears that,

Break

Shape 

and build 

Me and You!


They are bitter, not salty,

They make you cold in life’s heat,

They are speed bumps in your heartbeat,

They are death nurturing misery;

Don’t cry those tears when I am here-


Let me cry your tears

Let me take away your pain as long as I can

Remain a human who feels…


~ Kripa Sarkar











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