Eyes, the purest of all,
when we feel 4 someone, theY cry,
and they could never even lie,
we could see the pain of one eye in the other,
brown black or blue,
the love in eyes is always true,
the words they speak are each a poem,
eyes they are the gateway for heaven,
hence tears are drops of love,
that got spilled when love overflows,
so everyday someone's love is buried deep,
so the day before i die,
i'll write a note to the world,
please pass my eyes,
so that my eternal love may sustain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'brown black or blue, the love in eyes is always true'... beautiful lines...noble theme inside...well presented, Vimal