Tears

With a cliche of despair

few tears of agony

waiting for their turn

at the corner of eye,

to roll back on cheeks

or else dry up in own.

Speaks the language

understand by some

in a moment of glory

shines to introduce itself

fine way to essence

while sight surrounds 

with clutter of darkness. 

©ikbenmanisha25

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