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Weeping on my own shoulders, or Weeping in a hideout where, there is no one to watch, And wherein I bare my soul; Or Weeping in a loud baritone in a burst of sobs and sighs; Or weeping with a heart that bleeds and eyes go bereft of tears; Or weeping in the darkness of night, the head buried into a pillow, the world not knowing the secret When you are so indifferent to my love, When you conduct as I cease to exist, When you behave so callous; Would it matter to you how I weep! Will it be of any import how I shed my tears! © mohammad ahsan
Posted on: Sun, 04 Aug 2013 16:33:33 +0000

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