These rustic tears <br />when they drop, <br />time and place <br />they know not, <br />sophistication <br />they can spell not, <br />all they can be is <br />themselves <br />and the path beyond. <br /> <br />Caught in my palms <br />and my cheeks, <br />in whispers they speak <br />glad they found a way out <br />now they rest; <br />anguish and misery <br />they carry with them <br />leave the heart clean, <br />dry and in peace. <br /> <br />Inspired by the poem 'TIME PLACE AND ACTION' by Arkay Das<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-rustic-tears/
