In thAre tears not the dewy mirrors
Of a tender Heart?
Are they not the divine essence?
The holiest of holy things?
May I, with my lashes,
Open the shrine of tears you store?
Treasures of a heart, so rare and divine,
Tokens of compassion, in each Rudraksha they confine.
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