On a Rainy Evening...

No..don't make a mistake,

Thinking them as a symbol of sorrow,

Neither do I have any demand

It's none of your faults.

These are my tears .

My prized possessions:

I cry because you had loved to see me cry ,

This reason is sufficient for me

To bring them happily out

No don't think they come out of compulsion

It's my honour to bring them out

And make you happy in my imaginary thought!

Those thoughts bring 'em out

Those are not my past

But a support to survive in present

And hope of living in future

When I cry and look in the mirror;

The crimson eyes speaks of your love

I cant take off my eyes from their beauty

And make them redder, more than said above.

These tears burn my sins;

And purifies me from within

They bring me closer to divine

Who is the only friend of mine.

So I plead

To tell me not to quit

From doing this work

Which I often commit.