Answer:
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright, I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call, yet mountains I cannot move at all. What am I?
I have a hundred legs but cannot stand a long neck but no head and I eat the maid's life. What am I?
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
I am owned by the poor, the rich do not need me. If you eat me, you will die! What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.