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Every moment
Every second of the day
A naughty tear threatens to break free
And run down my cheek
And declare to the world…
That I am in pain
Suffering, and helpless.
Every moment
Every second of the day
I constantly hold it back
Under the fake twinkle
Rekindled, with effort.
Angered, the same tear has gathered an army…
Every moment
Every second of the day
A new unshed drop joins the crew,
Scaring me.
What if I fail to fight them?
And the truth is exposed?
What if they drench my face?
And blur my eyes?
What if they win…?
Will that make you happy?
by Devapriya Banerjee
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