The Last Drop Of Tear

The Last Drop Of Tear

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Silence of the air breeze,feel of wind in eyes The last word to utter , that harsh moment to cry Has it been more than an hour,things would have been pretty quite simple Has it been the place to swear,things could have never burnt apart Any moment God can call for his service,with a cart sent only anima could see. A flash back of memories,betrays and scornful love, leaving the path of humanity Only a cold feeling,a story to let the tears flow. Wishes will never come true,until some eye flashers mount the world The last drop of tear from red eyes,still counts false as the truth. I was unknown, "to love" is a crime ,everyone creates Accepting your love was a bribe,loving you was a crime. Agonizing body still wants a last hug to fit the whole world between the gap You and me have a story ,with a thrones grown lager than the gap. The last tear has a power to wet the sand for the last time in my life Sorry to hear, these power were useless, you hold porous bucket instead of heart that care. These watery eyes still waits to see you once,to create a mosaic view with a last tear drop But my love, i think its too late ,now i should leave the world . - Roshan
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