Broken Eyes Poem by Anamika Jalan
Broken Eyes
i breath wind into my windpipe
and, my head is thinking about you
when you will come and take me as a bride
we would start a new journey with soul
and our family would be remembered
you would be my ultimate soul with your love
and, would be a perfect wife for you
but, why are you so cruel in my case,
you made me waiting for you with broken eyes...
NOT FAIR
you made me waiting for you with broken eyes... A heart is broken, eyes are not. Instead of 'broken eyes', 'weeping eyes' would suit better.
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4/25/2024 5:47:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
poem reflecting love and a pure one love the poem very much