CRYING WOLF

Tears roll down the cheek
With great moment of momentum
Moments of joys and sorrows
Tasty rum full of glum.
 
Oh their undefined motion 
And changing moments of force
They emerge and summersault
Like salty seas full of remorse.
 
They overpower the heart
The strong moment of inertia
They are ceaseless and impatient
The drops afflicted with dementia.
 
Do they have any rolling friction
Or radius of gyration too?
For they flow with great conviction
Save the mechanics for me and you
-Akanksha Gupta
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