The bunds are erected, <br />No flooding can be seen, <br />Not the artesian spring, <br />Burst out and flow in aversion, <br /> <br />The barricade at the lower lid, <br />Slowly built with powerful will, <br />Though the wells are not still, <br />Secrete the hot salt water as the oil mill, <br /> <br />Once in a while, not at every pinch and poke, <br />The wounds will heal; the time has to roll, <br />The sorrows of yesteryears have no teeth, <br />To bite, munch and chew the old thoughts, <br /> <br />Sometimes we smile for what we had done, <br />In innocence, many of our prayers are not answered, <br />The beggars in us go to the altar to pester and please, <br />Once the barrier is kept between the words, <br /> <br />No conversation can be audible to the hearing ears, <br />Particularly the bunds under the eye lids, <br />Are carefully managed and maintained, <br />The hearts will grow apart to keep the silence, <br /> <br />As the dear friend, no one can rip us into pieces, <br />To feed the sadist cannibals in the mind, <br />It is better not to cry, weep and wet the pillow at night, <br />When thousands of positive rainbows escape to feast, <br /> <br />Show them your happy face and let them be sad, <br />Let them derive the pleasure out of their own depression, <br />Erect that wall strong and never shed the tear to make you weak. <br />there are thousands of opportunities near your door step.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weeping-may-make-you-weak/
