I saw you crying,
With so much of emotions in your deep black eyes,
Trying to hold not the tears but the anger, the disappointment
Still I could see, how dejected you were
Still I could sense the bitterness of your pain
Your tears did nothing to sooth yours,
But took away the kajal (kohl) from your eyes,
Dragging it and leaving a black trail as it flowed,
Finally dropping on your notebook, your little tear drop died.
But only after it left a smudge mark on the white paper.