Drop by  drop  i saw
Shedding  in  the  leaves of leaping  flame
Have   you seen deadpan tears ?
They are  melt of   .  
Broken fire  ,broken dreams ,and broken soul .
All my little  eyes saw in  bruised broken  bangles.
My little  heart  balked  to  revolt ,but too  much was her endurance !
It was  not a tale  of  yearlong ,
But  long  a  long
So long that nobody  want  to  remember
Even  my  pen don’t want  to  spread  much ink
As it brings a flood of  red tears  in black  December .

Dr  Pragya  Suman
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