Seed That Grows

By Parizad Gaur

Laughter echoes even in uneven streets,

But cries are never heard even in four walled room

Full of eyes

For that the sun may,

rise or fall under the sea again,

These smiles may die

but never the overflowing cries

Esteemed with salt and growing seeds

On the railway tracks that remain muddy,

The one that are never touched and

Grow alone, just alone.

By Parizad Gaur