In the “Here and Now” realities of this world for someone to dismiss the other person’s feelings sans any semblance of sensitivity is the biggest dis-service to humanity

I could not believe my ears and eyes when certain experts (sic) on the News Channel could be so insensitive to Modi shedding tears and calling it names and coining it as cosmetic.

As I lay on my bed ready to retire ,  this poem  flashed on me and thought I should share ;

My tears and my fears
It has no age; do not call it "a cry baby"
It has no gender; do not call it "sissy"
It does not like to be stopped when it flows; do not scream a "stop”
It's genuine and real; do not call it "crocodile tears"
It speaks a lot; do not call it "dumb"
Remember those challenges and adversaries will look just barren
Without those tears of courage flowing as and when
My tears are my true testimony
To the courage that I show through those agonies
Have a heart and try reaching out to my tears
Or at least do not ridicule me that's that I dread and fear