You cried a lot Rudali, not for lives, but death,
To salute a passing soul after you lost your breath
But nobody ever shed a single drop for you
Your pearl drops were wasted for others, I knew.
Rudali, come teach me roll tears, give me your cry,
Make me roll my tears to shed, though my eyes are still dry.
Joyous tears or tears that tell of my sadness, pain
Transparent drippings drops caused for loss or gain,
Silent tears, unveiled lots of words untold,
Showers from insult keeping all mysteries unfold.
Helpless cry of loneliness or the tears full of shame ,
Eyes too may flow getting victory full of fame.
Rudali. How can I wipe tears and bring back your smile?
Acts, acting now shifts to reality, don’t you feel, poor girl!
Did you ever think, why all colours flew off from your black veil
And threw off there a silent beauty like a season's gale?
I never find anything sacred than tear, you sell it on demand,
It tells the tale of past, present; its values can never be refund.
Rudali, I can keep promise if you will hold my hand,
In summer, rain, winter, be it time smooth or hard
Rudali, I agree to die silently for you, I promise
Will I get a glittering spark from your smiling bruised?
But a silly question, I want to ask through and through-
Will you cry for me? If ever, anyway, if I die for you?
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