In her pupils smile, as though,
Stars of the night sky, aglow.
Her silent looks, often,
With her eyes cast down,
Wouldn't speak much then and there,
But would keep on beckoning me later.
Each of her facial smile is preceded,
By waves of smile traversing her eyes.
Though at times, her speech may be bitter,
Sweet is the language of her eyes that glitter.
Even when the sky outside is sunny and bright,
Unexplained streams of tears may blur her sight.
Dhaka
15 January 2015
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Hi Melvina, Thanks for your short but analytical comment on my poem. I am much inspired, much obliged.
The intoxication of eyes have captured your pen, thank you for sharing.....
A lovely explanation of the nature of eyes, which speaks of one's mind. Eye is a mirror of one's core of mind. Other parts of the body may camouflage the truth but eyes never. Very true.
Hi Amitava! I am quite impressed by your thoughtful comment on my poem. Your analysis is absolutely true. Thanks for reading my poem and leaving a comment here.
You have captured the silent language of the eyes in a most touching and descriptive way., beautifully.! A more than 10
Hi Sandra, Thanks for your appreciative comment on my poem. Much inspired, much obliged.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exquisite write and so creative with mesmerizing lines!
Much inspired by your kind words and thoughtful appreciation of my poem, dear @ Hazel Durham. Thank you so much!