Tears..

The first sound was a cry,

not a laugh to remember.

The first sense was helplessness…

of hope and surrender.

Tears rolled down the cheek,

In hot or cold,

And left a streak across

like a ravine old.

The child didnt know he was born…

nor if he will be dead.

All he wanted was

Mama’s lap as bed.

Tears rolled down the cheek,

No hands to wipe them all,

No lips to kiss and soothe

No ears to his cry meek.

Tears rolled down the cheek,

And he never knew Why……