SHE KNOWS NOT WHAT MY TEARS CONVEY
She knows not what my tears convey.
Tearing out my chest,
I show her every day
But she knows not
What my tears convey.
Being unknown to agony of my passion,
She claims, "I realise your every emotion."
I never mind and let her say,
But she knows not
What my tears convey.
She comes and goes
As the wanton wind blows;
She keeps on switching sides
In my arms whole day.
But she knows not
What my tears convey.
Dr. Zainul Husain, India
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