I Have Cried Many Times

I Cried when I first went to school, Holding on to my Mom’s hand, 

It was fear of the unknown and Stepping into an alien land, 

I Cried when school friends and Alma mater had to be left behind, 

Classrooms and the playgrounds, All my teachers, tough & kind, 

I Cried when Kid Sister grew up, And was ready to be married, 

Sibling bonding, fights, nostalgia, Old memories that it has carried,

I Cried in disbelief when suddenly, A school friend was forever gone,

He left behind young wife & girl, A Spark that briefly shone,  

I Cried with utter delight. When lady luck decided to smile,

Suitably employed like others, I could afford to have my style,

I Cried when there was a call, And my Dad had tears of joy, 

He’d got the news, I, his Son, Had been blessed with a Boy,

I Cried in 1983, India became, World Champs beating Windies,

That inspired all to fight & later, We had so many more victories,  

I Cried with pride when chosen, To serve my Bank abroad,

But life also takes as it gives, Dad left for his heavenly abode, 

Now in autumn years, I reflect And find I don’t Cry that often,

Years in life’s journey teaches, Our tears are truly golden,

The eyes start brimming at a Beautiful film or a good deed,

As good Samaritans we’re moved, By the plight of those in need,   

I Cry battling my value systems, Than just expressing my sadness,

Tears start welling up when I see, Charity, humanity and kindness !  

Somnath Sinha