Tears

My tears are not free to flow,

They don't have freedom,

They want to fill my eyes,

Want to flow as a drop,

As each drop has it's own story,

Each drop wants to fall,

By exploring different stories,

They want to flow,

Considering overflowing,

Their only wish,

And desire to reach,

Upto my neck,

They will be happy,

If they got chance,

To flow via my cheeks,

I am their master,

A bad master,

I am insisting them,

To remain intact with in the eyes,

To be vanished into eye cavity,

I am encouraging,

Them to be dried,

To be disappeared,

Yes,

I am suppressing,

I am resisting,

Discouraging their happiness,

They had right to flow,

But I didn't have chance to go.

Dear tears,

Forgive me.