Unsure, to laugh or cry,
In dilemma was she nigh.
Yet, tears came in hurry,
They too in quandary—
On the way from her eyes,
And on to the cheeks that rose,
Looking for a way thru what lies:
If to drip down thru the nose,
Or down thru the nasal tips
And drip down from lips.
Doubtful, if her despair
The tears would like to share.
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Tongue-in-cheek |20.08.2019|
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One can't say what time will come after now, time of laugh or time of cry. Taking this essence you have composed a brilliant poem with nice penmanship. Beautiful poem indeed. Thank you dear Pathak sir, ten for you.
You've analysed the poem's background well, dear reader, thanks for appreciation and rating.