Poem

My Eye's Tears

Every tear rolled out of the eye has different story

Every drop of it makes a different memory
Some lies in the corner
Whereas some in the shower.

It follows out when ones heart is full
makes a whole of pool
But no one understand its pull
And leaves it in a mad school.

Where more tears comes together 

Makes tear remind his fear

For which his soul had broken the swear

Now that tear has no intentions to be hearts near.

He wants to live alone

Where there are no clones

Where he can live with his memories in that zone

That tear will then dry himself up with the help of o-zone.