North Marg
I watched a window cry today, its tears-the tears of mystifying agony glisten on its transparent cheek
Like frightened children, these tender droplets stream down searching for shelter
And I sit and become the window-absorbing the suffering and misery of untold horror, from ages unfelt
So I am a tear of liquid life-meandering through moments and time, searching without direction or purpose
Unique only in character, sameness of physical self, I share this burden with my fellow conspirators
Playing with time, ignoring the sunshine-i walk with death through the quiet garden.
Like frightened children, these tender droplets stream down searching for shelter
And I sit and become the window-absorbing the suffering and misery of untold horror, from ages unfelt
So I am a tear of liquid life-meandering through moments and time, searching without direction or purpose
Unique only in character, sameness of physical self, I share this burden with my fellow conspirators
Playing with time, ignoring the sunshine-i walk with death through the quiet garden.
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