“Lose its color” – Nayana Nair

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The tears in my hands
slowly loose the tint of sorrow.
The sorrow that I thought
would live longer than me.
It loses its color,
it loses its pain.
It becomes water-
pure, simple, and necessary.
It becomes
a cause,
an aide
for a new and better life
to exist and survive.

1 Comment

  1. Do you think that sorrows and pains became so much attached with us that it became like a casual one with us

    Nice lines Ñayana 😀😀 😀😀

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