Through the bushy eyelashes

Which had woven

lots of mesmeric dreams…….

Tears – the colourless blood

of broken heart

Spread out without her will

And decorated her bushy eyelashes

Like a raindrop

on the tip of the bushes

It may be decor

It may be irritating

It may be commiserate

But beyond all…..

It’s worse than death for her

Also traumatic for her EYELASHES

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Akshaya Thulasi🌼

👁️…..Eyelashes…..👁️