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When you cry
Every bit of this little heart
Gets torn into small bits of paper
Bits and bits
Just speak to me and confess that
How difficult it’s for me to understand
Today I am grown
But still few things are painful
And out of my understanding
Every phase of life has been a new season
With a new surprise
Each and every
Minute and second
Life seems to stop at the point of time
When I see there are many other
More in the pain
Every person sitting next to me
Is sitting with the feeling of pain
The only honour to you today
Is that
Today you have someone besides you
Who cares for you
But the only thing
I speak to you
I understand you
But there are others
For whom I want to be their
That would be the only day
When a person would learn to respect each other.