tear drops,precious n
heavy than raindrops
they pop n crop
a dull heart
reflections of a imaginary direction
a product of daily action
all brainwash a hardworking soul
only to recall
the toil and moils
in the sandy soils
all directions obscured
no job yet secured
painful more,no victory assured
comparisons daily measured
for sure doubled is the pressure'
like knob without any mercies flared
daily hustles
daily puzzles
hourly buzzes'
of a needy pulses
a tickling impression
a jingling expression
but ..wait no suppression
of a daily press on
tears tears tears ...
of a needy hustler
