These tears, drop for a reason
They don't have any desired season
Like the monsoon it sheds
It makes no sound as it's unheard
Wets the pillows and the sheets
Dreams are sweet but reality speaks
The emotions flow when tears roll
No one beside you, no one to call
You try to block your heart, creating a wall
Fail in vain, and tears begin to fall
You take courage to subside the issues
But when you look around, you see wet tissues
Who is there to understand the weeping heart?
Which day by day stumbles and falls apart
Everyone has their own ends and starts
This crying and weeping is everyones art
I wipe these tears off my face
As I now understand my unusual case...

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