Tears

By Challa Bhanu Pranav

Life asked me once: “What does love mean to you?”

“Pain,” I replied before I heard the question.

Not long after, when my throat was wringing the lump within,

As she drove away, life whispered once again: “Pain, you say…”

“Damn, that is deep! I hope it changes for the better soon” said a friend of mine,

“Every tear on my pillow hopes the same as I weave those words to dry my eye.” I replied.

By Challa Bhanu Pranav