Your heartland

Is dry 

And harsh

And infertile

For the cultivation

Of the 

Fine crops 

Of love

And you’re

Famished for it

Use your

Magical teardrops


Neither coop them up

Inside your eyes

Nor just 

Waste them

By wiping them off

With your hanky 

Be a sky

Ready to cry away

All its pains

And wash away

The gloomy colour of its face

Be a sky

Ready to cry 

And shower 

The rain

Of your 

Magical teardrops

On the land

That has long been

Thirsty for it

And see

How it conjures 

Love instantaneously 

- Biplab Karak (vippik) @vippik