Scared, afraid and crestfallen,
Silently steeping down the cheeks,
Out of the way we walk when eyes sleep,
We are the trickling tears, full of grief.
Though we play the game of hide and not seek,
That often questions our existence as anonymity,
So break this illusion webbed for our foundation,
And hold us, before we fall completely.
We never want anyone to shake hand with us,
As we live a life full of pain and sadness.
We plea for a hand to just vanish our dirty trace,
That we leave while walking on a sobbed face.
Just pay some pity on our struggling fate,
For a support we always wait.
Please don’t neglect our wounded soul that bleeds,
We are the trickling tears, full of grief.
copyright aditi kochhar
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