The Blues Poem by Aminath Neena

I met my eyes
last night in a dream
and I saw it liquefied and streaming
with blue tears.
“Stop! Please stop right now” I urged.
“How can I? It’s your heart that provokes me.
said my eyes, with downcast wet lashes.
“Don’t you blame me now! ”
“How am I supposed to control you? ”
Quibbled a tiny voice from my chest.
So, I held them both captive
in my hands
And firmly badgered both
of them imbeciles.
“Will you please listen to me
and stop this bickering? ”
…………………………..
“Do you really want me to? ”
coaxed my heart.
“Don’t you think it is better for you
to let it flow out? ”
said my eyes.
“At least that should
make you feel lighter! ”
echoed both.
And I woke up, sobbing.