Beauty is in tears
With lots of fears
What to say and where to stay!
Let me find peaceful way
I have yet to decide
And confide
To anyone
Why I am alone?
I trusted once
But broken twice
Now no more strength is left
I have to make the stand clear and shift
I know the people are beautiful
Sympathize with cause and be helpful
But as hurt by boiling milk
I shall be now careful even for butter milk
I shall come out from grief
And face the challenge even if proves stiff
I have mental preparation
And shall give chance for another sweet relation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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