Nothing Cries

Nothing cries in my eyes but tears to style,
To endow the soul with a road of dryness
Exhibits duties and loves and virtues,
My truth lies where the mind has intellect.
Everyone laments for himself and his spouse,
The eyes mattered to the slept ones,
Ears loved their actions for the listening sense.
Then this happened after a time of joy:
Tears dropped from the shelf of worry
As happiness was due, and my happier mood arose.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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