My sincere mate
Who does not leave me in pain
You soothe me console me
Crush up the pain that dipped
In my weeping heart
Much better than any fake friend
Who stay for gains in times of fortune
And sneak away in misfortunes
You embrace my pain
Flowing out from my blocked eyelids
I cannot say I love to see you
I do not ask you to return at any time
As I prefer laughter over you
But my dear teardrops, I am grateful to you
You never intensify my grief
Neither do you publicize my worries
Nor disclose my matters to another or other
Like fake friends wearing masks
The masks of feigned sympathy and empathy
Though I conceal you from others my tear drops
And wipe as soon as you come out
You never guided me to the darkness
You healed my pain and opened my eyes to realization
I see the reality of this fake world
When I am with you than I am with laughter
Luxuries make people blind to the truth of brevity
To my crying heart you are so near and dear
I can call you my sincere mate with no doubt or fear
- Nilupulee C. Ranaweera