(This was one of the last poems I wrote before I stopped writing poetry for two years, during a time when I actually was…apathetic.)
Crystal drops on distant trees,
Do shine but do not fall,
So flowers and the busy bees,
Do not see them at all.
But even though the tears don’t flow,
I still know how to cry,
And when my eyes do speak the truth,
My face and words will lie.
And try to drown the crystal tears,
And laugh away the pain,
‘Cause apathy ain’t lack of care,
But care that’s gone insane.
(c) Isvari Mohan, 2014