Radhika MundraThe face looked pale..
Ashen was the picture..
A tear-drop forming..
In the eye left to mourn..
A voice that’s inside..
Says something about life..
Breaking away the demeanor..
Rushing out to life..
The droplet ran free..
To ruin the kohl marks..
Giving away the fàcade..
The phony face that was put on..
The left eye let lose..
The first tear drop..
In pain was she crying..
Her heart pouring out..
All that was stored..
Her days went damp..
Shallow was her voice..
But she is strong enough..
To bring back the essence..
The soul repents the acts done..
The wishes made unworkable..
Maybe someday she will cry..
Not out of frustration..
Her right eye shall set free..
The first happy tear spree..!!
Ashen was the picture..
A tear-drop forming..
In the eye left to mourn..
A voice that’s inside..
Says something about life..
Breaking away the demeanor..
Rushing out to life..
The droplet ran free..
To ruin the kohl marks..
Giving away the fàcade..
The phony face that was put on..
The left eye let lose..
The first tear drop..
In pain was she crying..
Her heart pouring out..
All that was stored..
Her days went damp..
Shallow was her voice..
But she is strong enough..
To bring back the essence..
The soul repents the acts done..
The wishes made unworkable..
Maybe someday she will cry..
Not out of frustration..
Her right eye shall set free..
The first happy tear spree..!!
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