Tonight, before I could write any word
teardrops fell from my eyes on my paper
My pain couldn't write such painful lines
that my teardrops has wrote tonight
I wish I could show you...
I wish I could show her...
A creation cum a painful bliss
None any artisan has ever written
She is the only reason
Now I see blurred images
More white is my paper
Thinking about her
a translucent and a seductive creature
My pen is still ain't ready to write
Its ink cannot go deep through my paper
that much my teardrops would signify
with its wet saline water
truth that it wouldn't last long
Oh! my pen is also so stupid,
just like me
with same, that it couldn't do any magic
even with those million words
as compared to a teardrops with no any print of existence
seems, my pen is gone too soft
I can see my alphabets shivering
tonight! an unusual thing happened
I am as usual sad
same silent night
my pen is still speechless
I didn't intend to
But I wrote a poem
with my teardrops, as I say
I wish I could show you
I wish I could show her...
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