Give Me Your Eyes Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Before my heart dies,
To heaven my soul flies,
And stop my deep sighs,
Give me your eyes.

Your eyes are my world,
All except is absurd,
Selling itself, my heart buys,
Give me your eyes.

More precious than moon or stars,
More delicate than petals of flowers,
For them my soul cries,
Give me your eyes.

Colorless the world is without them,
They all my thoughts overwhelm,
With them my passions rise,
Give me your eyes.