Tears - the Safety Valve of the Heart

A woman in rags with beautiful skin Rusticity seen all over looking for a job To her the village sky was too small to win She wanted to soar in a city sky to probe. Moved to the city so many miles apart With her husband & daughter with wishes. After some years the life gave a good start, Her husband was attacked by paralysis Lying in broken bed numb as a wound Her salty tears deforming tiles of the premises A life’s funeral procession was on its round The man who loved her tore her to pieces. She was still a beauty, accepted another He made her laugh till she was in tears all To her soul tears were like summer shower She was happy that tears were enthralled. As the time passed when her beauty doomed Embellishing her neck and wrists with jewels Used rouge, kohl and hair artfully combed No semblance of the beauty with which she ruled Heard the heavy steps on stairs in the night Leading but to the bedroom of her daughter Tears in eyes, heart torn, killed him with spite Again cure for her was salty sweat and tears. +++++++ April 4, 2014 Form : Rhyme