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A drop fell into the life.
With the turmoil,
Ran through the eyes.
The words get stuck,
In the throat sometimes.
The tears speak for the mouth.
A joy unexplained the moments,
Tears say all with a faint smile.
Have no voice of their own,
But carries fine notes from the soul…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag