Those who stand on the front do often
have,
Soaking
lashes and the moaning sighs.
With
tearful eyes and mournful cries.
They see beyond the horizon,
Looking
for some twinkling hope,
Gazing
around for some friendly guise.
They become down to earth,
After
getting some worst experiences,
After
having their souls injured,
Their
thoughts disrupted,
Their aspirations passed away.
Then they rise up with an iron-will,
To
overcome all the injustices,
To
conquer the souls,
To
become an inspiration,
To
be a lighting star.
They become a beacon for those,
Who
have none to share with,
None
to fondle them, in distress,
Who
have all but to sympathize with them.
Those are the people who attain the
skill
To
turn their tears into pearls,
To
make their success stories an inspiration,
To
get out of the difficult times just like a wave,
To
make people follow their footsteps.
These are the people who stand for
others
By
hiding sighs behind the smiles,
By
veiling tears in the glow of their eyes,
By
suppressing the longings most wanted,
By
having the faces that are unwanted,
It can’t be anyone but it might be
you.
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