Leading to your house
The muddy street
Wettened by tears
Glistens in the midnight light;
Your favourite flowers
Strewn on the wayside
Besides the jasmine shrub
Tell the tale;
Amidst their crumpled parts,
The love for you hides.
Why did I weep?
Why did I flood the street?
Who allowed
Sadness to creep in
When the glad tidings
Of a new sunrise
Had just reached you and me?
Why am I joyless?
The search of the Me within
Would have helped I thought,
There was nothing there.
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