I collected my tears
In a dry coconut shell.
You know, They glittered in the sunshine.
My tears are diamonds.
I gathered my dreams
In a thin plastic bag
And kept it under my armpit.
You know my dreams have golden color.
I ran as fast as I could
To the King’s Palace.
I want to sell my tears and dreams
for my mother is dying.
no money for medicine
for i am poor.
The Guards waved their swords.
I begged 'please allow me'.
On the courtyard I stood, i the beggar of mercy.
And the princess came down to me.
Why are you here?
My mother is dying
I like to sell …..
What?
My tears. You know, they are diamonds.
I brought my dreams too. You know they are golden.
My mother is dying..... i cried...
Princess burst into tears
Hugged me.
It was so intense.
She caressed my hair.
Her beautiful hands ran down my face.
Touched my lips wet with the salt of my tears.
The King saw, came down
Swirled his mighty sword.
My head rolled down.
Did the head of the princess role down too? ? ?
I still remember how sweet her hugs were
How lovingly she touched me.
How she looked into my eyes with passion.
You know how I still remember it?
Dr. Antony Theodore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/story-of-my-tears-and-dreams/
