more musings..

evreryday starts afresh with the chirping of the birds
and it sets with the hope for some, that it will come again
and tears for some, brooding over the loss of the day
but the day will pay off, for the blood they have given
sooner for some..
later for some..

I remember the days when they shed their lives
for their tears remained unanswered
had they stayed longer, they would have seen
the day paid off, the answers they seeked,
the life they wasted, the love they yearned for..

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