To the ones

The ones who waste silver tears,
The ones who fling silver pearls,
If some dreams tend to die,
A life doesn't meet its death

The ones who drown golden hopes,
The ones who bathe without drowning,
If some rains tend to dry,
A monsoon doesn't meet its death

The ones who mend upset days,
The ones who stitch torn clothes,
If some lamps tend to dim,
The light doesn't meet its death

The ones who often change masks,
The ones who often change walks,
If some toys tend to break,
A childhood doesn't meet its death

The ones who nurture the dark,
The ones who obstruct the light,
If some leaves tend to autumn,
A spring doesn't meet its death

The ones who tight hug hate,
The ones who curse their fate,
If some humans tend to corrupt,
Humanity doesn't meet its death.