For so small a glance,
Are my eyes still in wait...
Who knew this chance,
Will almost end in fate...
O my bright eyes,
Never again recall,
The time where past lies,
As tears may have a fall...
Why you have a shine?
Is this the shine of tears,
From those eyes of mine?
Or faith overwhelming fears...
The pupils are still in wait,
In iris for years, are those,
Waiting were pupils for date,
The day for the eyes to close...
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A mind opener and some spiritual feelings in the poem.