Holding the deepest well of secrets,
Unable to fill in a trillion buckets.
Stays in regret many a matter,
Impossible to explain shorter.
Praying with the help of tears,
To get the grip of all fears.
The feelings are the most nourished,
In spite of letting them down uncherished.
The beauty of the eyes do matter,
If the views it portrays shatter.
Tensed between the mind and heart,
Some play flop in acting smart.
Trespassed by the thoughts of men,
Make the bold and beautiful women.
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