Tears

Tears short poem

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Tears doth speak
The silent scream from the heart.
What we cannot say in words,
We utter them all with our eyes.
The unspoken sorrow and the pain,
Shown in the flow of a tear;
A cry from the damaged soul,
All measured up in a heart
That’s abused and has been torn.
What the body held up in pride,
Are all drowned in one drop of a tear;
Weighted down in the misery of one’s life,
Lost in the desert of a barren soul.

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Venecia Sangma

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Lover of Beauty and observer of Life. Open and frank. I believe that life is a journey where we find so many crossroads and our life depends on which road we take.Studied Post Graduation in English Literature from North Eastern Hill University (NEHU).Works for an Organization that promotes Livelihood options for the underprivileged society, especially in the rural areas.
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