We’ve had enough and more than adequate,
That tears were meant for the weak,
And ain’t the dish of a hardcore,
For decades and centuries this misleading,
And puzzling rumours passed on,
Hunting the mentality of so many.
Tears belongs to the valor,
Cause only the valor has the courage,
To admit their inner thoughts,
Bawl out their unsatisfied,
Cry out the pains and sufferings,
They encounter along their journey.
Letting the droplets fall,
Something so simple and natural,
The valor let them flow free naturally,
Letting them form a stream downs our cheek,
To signify the end of our pains,
And time to erase the hurting past.
The valor ones know that,
The tears falling down,
Tell them a message that,
After a big bawl,
We learn our wrongs and it’s time,
To make admen towards the wrongs.
The cowardice who do not dare to,
Admit their inner thoughts,
Pretending being valorous so they are,
Contrastingly the internals are all appalling,
And that’s when the pain hauls on,
Until the day which one cannot withstand,
No matter how strong you are.
Shed away the tears,
Admit your mistakes,
Make admen to them,
Walk out of them with styles,
And in the fabulous way.
That’s what tears are –
The end of the haunting past,
The start of something new.