Moist just as the morning mistThey tell the tale of a soulful tryst
With expanses of the earth and sky
These pearls are born in human eye
Pure as flowing mountain stream
They speak about a cherished dream
With scents of all the blooming flowers
They fall from eyes like evening showers
They have in them the heart's essence
And thoughts full of some reminiscence
Like windows to some feelings true
They shine in the moon like drops of dew
In a world where truth is rare to find
They preach no false of any kind
Their silence speaks without a word
They bring down all the veils of world
They all will say it's a boon to be tough
But only a few have strength enough
The one who is free of selfish fears
Can walk around in the world of tears
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