A Thousand Eyes Poem by Anitha Vijayakumar

A poem whispers softly, like the breeze,
Each word a ripple on the silent seas.
To one, it's joy, a burst of summer light,
To another, sorrow, cloaked in endless night.

Some find comfort in its gentle sway,
While others glimpse the storm it hides away.
A verse that heals may also sting and burn,
Its meaning shifts with every heart it turns.

Like mirrored shards that scatter on the floor,
A poem reflects a thousand truths or more.
Each soul that reads will see a different hue,
For every line is born anew in you.