There lives a weeper
in each of us-
a silent mourner honoring our despair
when our willingness slain by helplessness
continues to resurrect to be slaughtered again

A person tied to the world of sorrows can return to nature for inspiration. Nature provides solace to troubled hearts.

When sighs are hypnotized by sorrow
Happy moments you need to borrow
From a little child or from a bird
Who has the wild freedom of soul: stirred!

I left smiles on your wordless lips
The night roads- dismal and narrow,
dream’s path remains shadowy wide
as our lone hearts felt that arrow

From the Poem 'My Tomorrow

Each tear longs to kiss sorrow

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.