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My Sodden Lids

Eyes are the mirror to your heart and when the heart is full of sorrow, tears will flow free.

Teetering on the brink of my rim fringed with curling lashes,

Dissonant they wait tentatively seeking permission to flow.

Perhaps the shadows of the past intrude, impinge on today?

Creeping up in weak moments they lay siege on my heart.

My sodden lids bear the brunt of the sorrowful emotions

That sear as if cleaved with a hot dagger dipped in venom.

A tremble in my lip as I grapple to hold my sorrow at bay

But alas! I blink and they fall, unhindered, a river of dolor.

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sonal singh

Sonal is a multiple award winning blogger and writer and the founder of a women-centric manpower search firm - www.rianplacements.com. Her first book, a volume of poetry - Islands in the stream - is slated read more...

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