Saturday, July 14, 2007


Never make fun of a person who cries,
He'll never forget it till he dies.
You do not know about his anguish,
His sorrow or his dearest wish.
He might be crying for his loved one,
With whom he smiled and had enormous fun!
He might be crying for his friend,
Who with those tears appreciates him as a God-send.
He might be crying for his people,
For things he cannot change, that lie down subtle.
He might be crying for nature,
For the present that buried the past and is destroying the future.
He might be crying for that stranger,
Seperated by thousands of miles and in danger.
He might be crying for the moon,
That will vanish in a fortnight soon.
He might be crying for that lepard,
Who with his limbs might've made a good shepard.
He might be crying for the unnaturalness all around,
Enacted with finesse round after round.
He might be crying for not being able to reach,
Those in need of a soul and a master to teach,
The colors of life-
With words action and sound.
He might be crying his heart out, for all those who don't address their pain with a shout.
He might be crying for his own soul,
That lies beneath his masks role after role!
He might be crying for his heart,
That knows not to stop loving after a start.
He might be crying for his lost love,
That he thought was protected under a golden glove.
He might be crying for the scars in his spirit cut deep ,
That makes him toss and turn in his sleep.
He might be crying for not knowing what is right,
Or wanting to do something even if his psyche puts up a fight.
He might be crying for silence,
Or for the want of a crowd.
But cry as he might he is not weak.
Don't you dare call him a freak.
If you can, give him a shoulder,
Help him vent out, climb the boulder.
For he needs not criticism, he is not an object of fun.
He is doing all he can not to break into a run,
And burn himself inside the sun.
He will cry now but he will be back.
He might be shaken ,he might be calm,
He might not hold the solution in his palm,
But his weight is gone and his heart is alive,
He feels clear in his head like after a long drive.
He will now work like he wanted,
Because he knows, nothing he wants is for free- granted.
For all mortals who think crying is cowardly,
Its better to cry than kill yourself inwardly!
All you need is more strength,
To help you cover extra lenghts.
You cannot do it when your heart is heavy-
Quit pretending you are cool and you are savvy.
Because its ok to cry and let your anguish fly,
Never make fun of a person who cries
Because now you know it makes him live before he dies!


  1. hey awesome work! ippo sollu.. yaaru unna azha vitaanga'nu.. pottu thallidalam! ;-)

    hey and check out my blog.. i've put up my poems too! heee

  2. its really gr8 dear ... but m not surprised abt ur talents coz i olready knew it ....

  3. Good job!!...Nee ivala talented ah :P:P

  4. an understatement for this poem.....

  5. There are thousand reasons to smile and thousand reasons to cry, the choice is ours.