Tears “Poem”

I don’t consider blood merely blood that flows in our veins
If tears never flooded from eyes
“Then What blood is except tears” wrote Ghalib
Is there anyone who don’t know Ghalib yet?
Ghalib and Delhi resides in India
What India is without Ghalib is what Germany is without Goethe
What god is without angels
What tears are without eyes watered
What a cry is without tears?
But a life without life is not life but decay
Tears are but gifts of human misery
Tears are but treasures of sorrows and pains
Tears are Tears and nothing else
Eyes watered with tears is truth
Truth flows from eyes as tears
Homeless shed tears on side of road
No one sees that but me
Even God is blind to those tears
Beethoven shed tears unable to hear his own music
Mozart cried when he knew he is a child prodigy
a child cries as soon as out of her mothers belly
That child’s tears are truth
4 + 4 equals 8 is truth
Tears equals tears as mine are
Broke and rich at the same time
A few words here and there
Some tears here and there
Artist live so cheaply
Pen and paper enough for immense pleasure
My tears are my truth
Truth is emptiness
Emptiness is my existence
My existence are but tears
What goes around comes around
Friends know not but my tears do
My wounds will heal but tears
Tears won’t stop as time is
It must flow let tears shed o poor poet
This love will not stop expressing
Tears and words equals truth
Tears and tears my truth
just tears and nothing else