Tears
When I am lonely
I tell my tears to come
But they come now and then
As they find me lonely
Among the people.
I was thinking last night
About a beautiful thought
As they found the beauty
In my both bright eyes
They couldn't remain there
Just they rolling out.
They are not the weakness
But they speak the languages
Of the heart of love and grief
Which my heart can't express
A dropp of them tells thousands in brief.
Tears are the safety valve of my heart
And clean my eyes to make them bright
More helps me to see the life a new
This power to see belongs to a very few.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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