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I DO CRY : SONNET 59

I cry, I do cry breathless like a baby.
You notice me or not but I do cry --
Whole drown'd in tears -- be it night or day it be --
No care if you find me absurd and wry.
But I can't be unfair to cry, or vague
If crying can protect me from strokes of death 
That nothing else on earth can, though I beg
With my bowl'd palms held heavenward in good faith.
Yes, I do cry (Whoe’er on earth will not
With the betrayer's dagger stabb'd in heart?),
But know my tears will flow all through the drought
And grow new plants of love ere life does part.
Maybe to kill the fatal pain the heart bears,
Come out generously life-giving tears.

-- N. P. SAMAL 


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  1. Chintan Mohapatra8 February 2022 at 18:25

    In this selfish society, even if a roadside beggar dies no body care. Then, who cares if we weep childishly or secretly... Whenever someone cries he/she is told to be bold enough no to cry. But, who really cares about the feelings, emotions which is a type of slow-poison to us. This sonnet describes the pain which a man requires during his/her downfall, failure, loneliness time which is ornamented beautifully.

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