Tears fall...like water from bottle's hole
Till I get empty... From my discarded soul
For there is something...no one has seen
Which turns me down..every time from within
Running from self and hiding from own
That's all what my life has till yet shown
Still waiting for that day..to see a light
And someone crying..."Look..there's the star"
Pointing towards me from a distance
Which one will like...not to be in existence
But my thinking is a myth..
Everyone has told me from within
Being true...being rude... And not leaving even a clue
For my sight to see a hope
And fill that bottle's hole.
Till I get empty... From my discarded soul
For there is something...no one has seen
Which turns me down..every time from withinRunning from self and hiding from own
That's all what my life has till yet shown
Still waiting for that day..to see a light
And someone crying..."Look..there's the star"
Pointing towards me from a distance
Which one will like...not to be in existence
But my thinking is a myth..
Everyone has told me from within
Being true...being rude... And not leaving even a clue
For my sight to see a hope
And fill that bottle's hole.
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