Saturday, November 7, 2009


Tear Drop

When in my eye like a drop she will appear
Don't look down upon her calling her a mere tear
Of the pains inside me she is the daughter
Born in my heart when it was under slaughter
The news of her birth reached me as my heart bled
As an infant she was salty and coloured red
As my emotions lept up towards skies
She slowly traveled upwards to reach my eyes
Traveling on this hard road she lost her colour
And made her appearance like a dew on a flower
She had changed now, her colour was at fault
But her taste was unchanged and still tasted like salt.


Rayyan Lost in Laptop

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