The Stars Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

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The stars are tears of the dark sky high,
There's so much iced tears in the sky, so.
Carrying a heavy pain on my shoulder
I'm going my endurance bending low.

I'm suffering alone weeping night's grieve,
Your secret can't be scattered to the planet.
I have worn the torture's torn shabby dresses,
The secrets grew grasses I dug in the ground.

Recalling in summer, wintering in your anger.
Beautifully suffering and grieving I live in you.
Consenting, agreeing the desire of a mad soul,
I am staying in your heart by leasing it as due.