My Tear Drops

My Tear Drops
shakeel syed – september eleven – two thousand eleven
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My tears are more than a drop - they are an ocean pregnant with silent sorrows

In it are my tears for the thousands on the morning of september eleven
Those who were dressed in slacks and shorts, and
Those who were running or being run in the strollers
… full of colors and cheers were they.

They were each on their own way but apart from one another, and yet …
Every one of them were one created by the same One

My tears are more than a drop - they are an ocean pregnant with silent sorrows

In it are my tears for the millions since october seven
Those who were shirtless and in jilbabs
Those who were plowing their fields and playing with their children
… full of life and love were they.

They were each on their own way but apart from one another, and yet …
Every one of them were one created by the same One

My tears are more than a drop - they are an ocean pregnant with silent sorrows

In it are my tears for tens of thousands since march nineteen
Those who were shoeless and in burqas
Those who were idling around the corner and learning in madrassat
… full of hope and happiness were they.

They were each on their own way but apart from one another, and yet …
Every one of them were one created by the same One

My tears are more than a drop - they are an ocean pregnant with silent sorrows

In it are my tears for the hundreds since january eleven
Those who were innocent fathers and carefree sons
Those who were simply striving and shyly singing
… full of mercy and mischief were they

My tears are more than a drop - they are an ocean pregnant with silent sorrows

My tears are for all and not for some
My sorrow is same for the New Yorkers, the Baghdadis and the Kabulis
My grief is equal for the Washingtonians and the West Bankers
My love is for all and not only for some

My tears are more than a drop - they are an ocean pregnant with silent sorrows