I wish I were a piece of blotting paper
That would soak tears from all the weeping eyes.
I wish my shoulders were broad enough
For all the mournful mortals to rest their heads on.
I know how bad it feels
To weep alone in a corner, unseen!
I know how difficult it is
To carry on with drooping shoulders.
I wish to sing a song of joy
To all the melancholic, heavy hearts.
I love to see tears run dry
On faces soothed by soft words.
Dhaka
01 June 2016
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