Who once, loved her, prayed for her life
Crying on a pavement, watching a mob
Big red eyes, hers with cries, others with fury
The scream, waiting to be heard
Some wait to be heard for ever
They don’t go quite, they go damped
Dry are their dreams, drier are the hopes
They say He will come, one day
So what! Sun indeed never sets forever
They say He will come, cure us all
So what! Pain indeed cures its ownself
Part II
Those eyes, half closed, moist
A drop inside,
Ready to form a pearl, the purest of all
Ready to roll down, on those
Snow-white cheeks
Those drops were there, I know
Strong held from long time, infinite time I guess
But had to come out,
When gods cry, why cant she...
The little girl, still searching for life
Still searching Him, for help
"He was crying", she looked
Sobbing kid, almost silent with the lost girlishness
Looking at the mob, He sat with the girl
A bad time for Him, or for her…
My creator; or my sufferer
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