I collected my tears <br />In a dry coconut shell. <br />You know, They glittered in the sunshine. <br />My tears are diamonds. <br /> <br />I gathered my dreams <br />In a thin plastic bag <br />And kept it under my armpit. <br />You know my dreams have golden color. <br /> <br />I ran as fast as I could <br />To the King’s Palace. <br />I want to sell my tears and dreams <br />for my mother is dying. <br />no money for medicine <br />for i am poor. <br /> <br />The Guards waved their swords. <br />I begged 'please allow me'. <br /> <br />On the courtyard I stood, i the beggar of mercy. <br />And the princess came down to me. <br />Why are you here? <br />My mother is dying <br />I like to sell ….. <br />What? <br /> <br />My tears. You know, they are diamonds. <br /> <br />I brought my dreams too. You know they are golden. <br /> <br />My mother is dying..... i cried... <br /> <br />Princess burst into tears <br />Hugged me. <br />It was so intense. <br />She caressed my hair. <br />Her beautiful hands ran down my face. <br />Touched my lips wet with the salt of my tears. <br /> <br />The King saw, came down <br />Swirled his mighty sword. <br />My head rolled down. <br />Did the head of the princess role down too? ? ? <br /> <br />I still remember how sweet her hugs were <br />How lovingly she touched me. <br />How she looked into my eyes with passion. <br />You know how I still remember it?<br /><br />Dr. Antony Theodore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/story-of-my-tears-and-dreams/
