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Those tired eyes open,
The forehead gleams with the first sunbeams,
The Soul vibrates for a while-
And becomes inactive for the day’s rest.

That exhausted soul is coming back,
Two weary feet are on the dark road,
The shadow of the body becomes thick
And vanishes under the sole,
Then increases forward.

The hand, stressed in the dark seeks a life;
Some fallen leaves touch the body-
Some are rolling on the road;
The old tree holds a bud, yet to be bloomed.

Now the limbs needs rest,
Those eyes are darkened,
But the heart will beat,
Till the slumber comes.

Those tired eyes are closed,
The forehead gleams with the first sunbeams,
The Soul vibrates for a while-
And becomes inactive for the life’s rest.

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Balveen Cheema
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In the drudgery of life, we surly remain as outlines.

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