Tonight, before I could write any word <br />teardrops fell from my eyes on my paper <br />My pain couldn't write such painful lines <br />that my teardrops has wrote tonight <br />I wish I could show you... <br />I wish I could show her... <br />A creation cum a painful bliss <br />None any artisan has ever written <br />She is the only reason <br />Now I see blurred images <br />More white is my paper <br />Thinking about her <br />a translucent and a seductive creature <br />My pen is still ain't ready to write <br />Its ink cannot go deep through my paper <br />that much my teardrops would signify <br />with its wet saline water <br />truth that it wouldn't last long <br />Oh! my pen is also so stupid, <br />just like me <br />with same, that it couldn't do any magic <br />even with those million words <br />as compared to a teardrops with no any print of existence <br />seems, my pen is gone too soft <br />I can see my alphabets shivering <br />tonight! an unusual thing happened <br />I am as usual sad <br />same silent night <br />my pen is still speechless <br />I didn't intend to <br />But I wrote a poem <br />with my teardrops, as I say <br />I wish I could show you <br />I wish I could show her...<br /><br />Norden Lama<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/teardrops-18/
