Which Tears?

Which tears am I crying?
Is it the narration of melancholy of my people?
The muddled and puzzled look that has left their eyes blank for tomorrow.

Which tears am I crying?
Is it the weeping over the dead blameless bodies of babies?
Of mothers?
Of the buds which cease growing.

Or,
Are my tears the tears of fear?
If fear, what is it that I fear?

Are my tears the tears of obedience, which seem as far as the eye can see?
Are my tears the tears of despondence, for You and You only?

Which tears would in the end matter?
Which of these tears would in the end falter?

Which tears am I crying?
Is it the tears of my own sufferings...can it be that selfish?
Or is it of theirs...to which, what is the point in crying?

Which of these tears do You want rolling from my cheeks?
Which of these tears would atone for my deeds?
The tears of longing?
The tears of abject longing?
The tears of remorse, of abject remorse...for the things that took me too long...but dear God, there are no strength but that of Yours!