Tears

The miniature drops...

Were flowing to touch the lips

With their determined austerity

Unknowingly my inner screaming vanished

When my lips embraced the tears

Having a hope to put a stop sign

To the unwanted suffering and pain

As they have consolidated their presence

In the cavity of my wrecked heart

Owing to the torture of expectations...

Every moment the resonance

That I am a failure, an outdated

So I have lost the dignity of a man

No liberty, no right, no freedom

I am breathing as an abandoned beast

But still, my tears never hesitate

To flow on the hard surface of my face

And to touch their destination, my lips

I taste them as they encapsulate

My soul-wrenching untold story...

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I have seen the stormy tempests

And the downpour

When the sudden gush of wind

Invites me to go with her

To lead a life like a free creation

I deliberately refute the offering

With my innocent eyes and rough face

Because I know that tempest

Will commence the melody of rain

And infuse the tranquility on the earth

As the storm of my heart

Compels my tears to start their quest

Toward my lips wrapping my agony

And wipe the gathered lamentation

After realizing their touch

I always feel the sympathy of

My aspired people and their presence

Which is a mirage for my life

Amidst all pretention, deception

My love for my tears will die

When I will be a stranger to the world...