Category : Poems

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Tears jolting through every eyes
Every corner lays the news
From my bleeding heart
I got the ink

An unripened fruit of a tree
Among other ripened and unripened ones
With many expectations
Plucked within a twinkle of an eye

What will the tree do?
Played it's role by synthesizing
Who are we to censure?
It's light is now off and white
I'm certain , there is a rain from the sky