The tear drop

At the dusk of a June day,

With the musk of a ruined gay,

On the dried lips of the earth,

Which seemed to be thirst from the birth,

And the birds in the rain dream

Thirsty throats shrieked loud scream

Nowhere you find cheerful bloom

For all were faint in deep gloom

In this mirage, in this desert

All in blues even a lizard

One incident like a magic,

One day arose out of logic

One stream like a dream

Which whiteness was more than cream,

Came out of the thirsty land

Revived all the deadly sand

This stream was made of a tear drop

Which was dropped of a lover's eyes with a plop

Love birds come and drink fresh water

Everywhere was full of love mutter

But honey, that drop was tear

Of a lovelorn bird with fear!!

While you are, my dear, my dream

I don’t need any love stream!!