Treasure Island

kalpana shah

(mumbai)

Why Waste Tears


You are not meant to be wasted,
not let you fall and if you...
fall in the form of words,
give yourself a shape,
a shape of my heart...
take the ink from my heart
to rhyme with my love...
name from my breathe
to give name to your life.
Let my breathe be
your life till the last breathe

Submitted: Monday, September 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
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  • Mohabeer Beeharry (9/3/2013 4:45:00 AM)

    Wasting tears is wasting the best part of the heart expression..
    We wonder why we are human.
    This one of the best reason for being human.
    Sweet amd well xpressed writing. I like it. Keep on,

    It's a privilege to be your friend. Thank you

    Mohabeer Beeharry

    Read my poems sometimes and comment. (Report) Reply

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