ritwika raha (07/07/89 / india)
Tears Without A Reason
The narrow strings of the shallow tears,
Runnel down without a fear,
Gliding and rolling,
Tainted with repentance
With pains and sorrows
Down a stiff face, all morose!
A flowing stream of blood
A flowing stream from heart
An unvoiced cry, from a roiled soul
An yelling gorge,
Smeared with muted darkness
And the drops reach the muted smiles
Tangled in the perplexities,
Shackled in the chains of hours
They trickle down and lose themselves
All illness spilled
The weight all lost!
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