Tears were uncertain
Either to drop
Or to fight gravity.
The probable act
Speaks a magnitude
Different from what is seen.
Every release
Connotes defeat.
It succumbs to failure the least.
Holding back
Is a stressful attempt.
Nearly exploding from fear.
Uncertain...
Forceful...
On the verge of...
A make or break...
Little drops
Impossible to hold.
Sparkling with vengeance
Eyes finally closed.
Then watered the ground.
Unstoppable.
An admission though,
Weakness was empowered.
A glorious reality.
The prisoner of tradition
Unveiling a new discovery –
A melancholic festivity.
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