The Red Eyes Poem by Partha Pratim Goswami

The rays,
Bright, sharp and straight,
Strike that glass-
Coated with the black
And turns back at once
To reach the pair of eyes-

Which searches for the other
And when it meets
Its own glimpse,
There the epic begins! !

-With the shy of its sin,
With the half burnt dream
Washed away by the
Furious waves of lethargy,

And the dignity
Scratched by the
Winds of ignorance.

But,
A drop of blood
Appearing red, and warm
Like a silent volcano,
Creeps down through its corner,
Bringing the great tides back
With all its glory and pride,
Lightens up the eyes
For eternity,
The red eyes…
That eternal red…