Tear's Tale

Looking to fill you in sight,
A tear dropped out of the eye,
Strange did it feel,
For certainly wasn't a cry,
Then why was it there,
Taking it in palm I just stare,
From where to start,
And what to ask,
Was tear there to perform any task?
In absence of a smile,
With words farer by miles,
Gathered breath to ask tears fate,
Quietly it lied in the palm's brace,
Without speaking was exploring the space,
Before coming on a standstill surface,
Giving just a shine,
And no words with it to hymn..
Wanting the attention was a probable perception,
With a closer look may be in some anticipation..
Near did I went,
To see something unseen I bend..
Surprised to see of what it was made,
Looked like a face inside surface,
On a second glance,
This time of a longer stance,
Saw clearly what till now was just a shine,
Instead it was a face of one very own mine,
It was your face in all it's grace,
Just to make realize,
For how can Even a tear fit inside,
When just you are present to occupy my eye....