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Tears





Tears



When I sit alone


and think my past


then tears rise in the heart


and comes to the eyes.



Intensity of love is important


not important its success


Sweet memories of the past


pleasant and painful,



Nobody knows


what is good for him


Planning for future


always create a laziness,



So I want to do


everything in the present


But failure of my past


gather tears in my eyes



Boots up my confidence


only one ways


My decision was right


who had taken in the past.



ashok





Posted in Poetry.



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  1. manjeet says

    wahhhhh……. yaar kamal kar diya

  2. Renu Ayyar says

    Beautifully expressed by words…:)

  3. SunilG Nampoothiri says

    Good post……..Accept everything…….Good lucks

  4. ratna mani says

    Very nice post…………. memories of hard time is painful but sometimes memories is beautiful, when we miss them then tears comes from our eyes.