Truthful Tears - Poem by Debasish Mishra
My tears fall on the body of the paper
And themselves write woeful poems.
I only decipher them.
So praise me not for what I write
Nor chide me.
Deal with those artistic tears.
They stay hidden behind my black eyes
Somewhere that I even donot know.
They bury themselves
On the white of the paper,
Splashing it like a new bride's cheek.
They are the true poets
Bestowed with copious creativity
Who are, infact, represented by my pen.
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