My Tears As God`s Blessings Poem by Paras Saxena

I fly, I float, I crawl and I slide
I`m muse, I'm the lens and the messenger
To reach my creator and yours
And everything that breathes or not
To cosmic realms, I'm the heavenly doors
And to a poet to his fantasy universe
Where he`s the jury and he's the convict
I reflect every mind and am an addict
To pour my tears only to be lauded
By a merry smile or a blossom
Of any colored flower and leaves
And illuminating some dark beliefs
A child is born, I pass God`s blessings as my tears
Upon gloomy men, I pour drops of joy as my tears
Which for with the speech call rain and just hide or enjoy
The stains and dirt that the decoys deploy
I, for the Almighty shall clean with my tears
I, for Him shall bless everyone and everything with my tears
Whether of dreary farewell or of inception`s bliss
I shall mist and mellow every kiss