I see a baby asleep
rosebud lips parted
fat cheek squashed
plump limbs akimbo
a hint of a smile
playing on an angelic face
and my eyes grow moist

I see an exquisite rose
petals crafted
in perfect symmetry
a deep red as though
dipped in blood
and tears well up

But sometimes
just doing nothing at all
an unnamed emotion
squeezes my heart
and I cry

Not all tears need a season
Sometimes they flow
for no reason at all

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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