Piercing eyes,
Smiling with arrows,
Of fierce look.
Its holding me,
I can't help but watch,
The show of those balls,
With looks of native blood,
Its passing me a message,
I am yet to see the soul,
Still I want to know,
What story is to be told.
In those eyes of Yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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