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At the break of dawn you appeared,

You came like a guide and asked,

"How can I help you?"

I started crying.

Ran away hiding my tears

For that seen you screamed in my ears

“Nothing worth your precious tears”

You couldn’t comprehend, yet you attempted

You couldn’t understand, yet you believed

You couldn’t speak yet, you listened

You couldn’t write yet, you read everything

You couldn’t shield me from the heavy rain,

Yet you tried to comfort the pain

You couldn’t stop the bleeding,

Yet you realized the depth of the wound

You couldn’t be the leading light

Nor could I walk in the dark



May-2004