“They considered me fey for choosing tears,
As ink, to write tales of melancholy;
Regardless of their spiteful flinty jeers,
With tears, I penned my sorrowful story.
A script, ghastly pale in hue, it appears;
Yet is filled with conviviality.
For sorrow, truly, is warm as it nears
A sincere heart brimming with empathy.
Vibrant colours spring forth from dreary ink;
An ink through which my thoughts flow candidly.
Out of pity, or in sorrow, eyes blink
Tears; hoping to quench fires of tragedy.
Silence plays a mournful, sonorous beat;
Humming songs sweeter than the sweetest tweet.”
01.12.2013 Written by Syed Umr Iftikhar Ahmed.
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