Coming out of eyes,
Rolling down the cheeks,
These are tears,
The sign of happiness and grief,
They say the story,
Of external or internal hurt,
And pour out of eyes,
To show joy or sadness,
All get them in eyes,
Whether rich or poor,
All are equal to it,
Animals, birds and humans,
Not much about them,
Only this much I know,
To express feelings,
They are the best mediums.
