FINAL TEARS

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I watched the scriptures
In the beautiful pains in my eyes.
These eyes were broken,
And frozen in hopelessness.

When you see me smiling,
I am healing. Dying beyond time.
Crying. Laughters behind tears.
And tears behind laughters.

My story,
I have been on the street
Like a cross of zebra. Crossing like a pedestrian way!
Every foot that is eligible to print,
Have shaded me before!
I have wiped my myself
With roses and crumbs of lamentation,

But I had a dream,
One daydream,
That took me into the dawn,
The dawn of hope,

Into the dawn
That one day,
A mighty voice whispered,
To me,

I was with ears but they
were years and miles away.
Looking for answers that won't be answered.

It said, young man,
I heard your cries across the
coldness of the day,
But I knew you from birth
That's why the universe gave birth to you.

You are the little that can survive,
In the evening tears,
And the morning fears.

In my weary eyes,
I asked with all sorrows,
When will future carry me away
Into the grave!

Surprisingly,
It answered,
The struggles are not over yet,

Young man...
It said as it was running into nowhere,
Young man!
Get up and knock the doors
Of the street,
For there are halls of sorrows
You must enter,
To find the heroes of a brighter day,
Keep on keeping on—young man.
And have faith in what you do!

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