Watch a teardropp fall
see how it melts
from the depths of the soul
trickling down in rivulets
until the steady flow
catches at the throat,
shatters the silence
with stifled sob;
the long suppressed pain
released with wracking cries
from the soul,
from the woman
who has lost her child.
Copyright @Sandhya Suri 2005
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