Listen to the stories being told
That come not from words, but from what the eyes behold
These eyes tell stories everywhere
They only yearn for love and care
Some linger in the hospitals
Some are welling up with tears
Some search for scraps of food
Some have aged throughout the years
Some are glaring with strong envy
Others flutter with sweet lust
Some pierce the world with vengeance
Some glisten while they trust
With bloodshot eyes, she looks upon the ground
Her lips are trembling, but make no sound
Agony wraps itself around her
And tightens as she cries
It’s presence leaves no evidence
Except a look within her eyes………..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true how our eyes tell a story and not always the same as the lips.