Tear-Pure Of Love Poem by mohammed shaadab

Maete pearly dropp in eye,
Having treasures of life in Deep Ocean of faith,
But lost in unblawn wind.

They don’t weep simply,
May unknown reason be,
Clouding its sarness of time.

Thou they have a short way to slip,
Towards the lip,
Revolving from eye, losing its own fire,
But their For is endless.

Not only with cearo have they flowed,
They come when heorte is full,
But explanations are owned by everything.

It’s not the eye, who cries,
It’s him, who bleeds truly and fully,
Revealing from unfaithfulness by passing through.

They come to life with birth and melt away by death,
But every tear have their giedd’s to speak,
Which are neafer heard.

Its worst of them,
When the heorte is pierced with mece of love and pulled,
Leaving the wound unstitched to feel through life.

Thou have some people worn the veil of grin,
Under the pain of grim,
With their depthless emotions,
But still no miht of man can stop them.

They just flow and flow and flow,

Tears are forgotten by time,
But not that flooded in love.

I also cyrm for her,
Missing, feeling, thinking about her
Not only tears go,
But soul screeching in pain of her love,
She left not but neafer came,
Thou she was neafer wrong but not always right in love.

Life always leads,
None to stop,
Then sadness, why to let around.

Besean that sky, hiding us in earms,
And cyrming in darkness of stars,
But neafer forgets to shine with sun,
Even in eclipse of rays.

At last,
Bring a hope with tear,
To show you have no fear,
And do something to remain always dear.