Tears carried to heaven

She cried in silence,

each tear a story no one heard,

each drop a wound

etched deep into her soul.

The world ignored her pain,

But God collected every sorrow,

gently, faithfully,

like a river gathering streams.

The man who harmed her

walked unbothered by the day,

unaware that every cruel act

leaves footprints that time remembers.

Karma, patient and relentless,

follows him like a shadow,

turning luck into misfortune,

turning arrogance into regret.

Her tears rose higher,

finding hands stronger than hate,

hands that cradle justice

without cruelty,

without delay.

Each sorrowful drop whispered

that no suffering is wasted,

that every hurt will answer its call.

He will stumble where he once stood tall,

Regret is a constant companion,

Bad luck tracing his every step.

And she—she will rise,

lighter now that her grief

rests in divine embrace,

her spirit mended,

her tears transformed

into strength,

into a quiet, unwavering power.