Tears

Tears have no cost,
They worth nothing.
It just rolls down through your eyes on cheeks and then disappear in air leaving nothing but irritation and fluffy eyes
Tears are weak men’s weapon.
Some use them to manipulate, some to convince, some to defend themselves, some to cry out the pain and some to flaunt their emotions.
How can someone trust a tear and its pure emotion; which is willing to roar out a story.
While I am writing this; there will be a soul crying out his tears in the darkness cursing the light which once glowed his path.
There will be some one on the road hungry, looking for a bit of littered grain to satisfy his gut, blowing out the tears, trying to drink it so that he can spend one more night.
There will be some one who might have lost their loved once, crying spending tears in their memories which will make them cry again and again.
There will be someone who thinks he has been used by his friends , kin’s, cohort’s and lovers as he is wiping his tears throughout the pillow cover and covering his partial face so that no one notices it.
Between all those tears from all those faces I might have not mentioned or forgot. Your tears are of no worth to people for whom you keep flowing them.
No one cares… No god, no food, no friend nor does the dead gives a damn about the tears.
Tears have no cost, it worth’s nothing…