Mortal Tears

Mortal Tears short poem

Uploaded by Tushar Biswas

You know how much am tired of fake praise
This pain of mine seems never to erase
When I found you suppressed deep in fear
Last night I only tried to wipe your tears

How hard it was to realise that you’re gone
Still your presence lingers here all along
I lost a part of myself, you can never see
But My tears says, you still have all of me

Holding your hand through these years is in vain
All these years even Space cannot heal the pain
All these times you pulled me out of the dark
And now I am chevying for a glance of your spark

All of Our memory here, Only with you stays
And all of my tears even Time cannot erase
A world where nightmares are now friends
Along with my tears my Feeling here Ends

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