Shefali Singh

(16-07-1995 / varanasi)

my tears don't miss you


my tears, yes my tears are not for you,
every thought for you has vanished, has flew.

though i am alone and cry night and day,
kill that 'cutie'whom you said i declare it today.

my tears though seem and look colorless,
they actually red, red from the wound you gave.

they look quiet but are actually screaming,
screaming to say how much you hurted.

my tears are not sign of my weakness
it is witness of what i am today.

my each tear that fall acrosss cheek,
seeks answer why are they falling across smiling face.

actually i don't need you, never ever
nor any fake support for my tears.

Submitted: Thursday, May 23, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 23, 2013
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