since all tears
have been converted to thick ink
and i have been taught
and trained by pen
none have i to shed in vain
earlier, and even now much tears
have been expended
for purifying my mind, heart
and soul – no! my entire being
also teaching me the secrets
of the unseen and increasing
my understanding of the seen
the continuing tears
eventually turn to be the cement
that holds myself
together with stray birds
those flying with broken wings
the wretched of the earth
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