Crying For Nothing

The drops from my eyes are of perfect water,
This is my demonstration, my reaction and emotion;
Suddenly tears well and clog my eyes,
I am tortured by a remembrance so powerful.
This thought is announced and
Collected from a period of adventure.
The age of happiness is so soon I guess,
Activity of the mind sways and dies
As I recover from an attack on my personage.
It came from an angel, I estimate,
But indeed the love inside needs to reconsider
The facts so well-known and unknown.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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