Eyes blaze like the moon
In the darkness of incarcerated feelings
Like the gush of wishes
Eyes glow in the day like the sun.
The feeling of inner core of the heart
To be with the parents
Reveals the innocent eye of the baby
Who clutches the feelings of the parents.
The courageous feeling,
Of the one who is
Thirsty for the truth
Reverberate in the eyes.
In the eyes of the mother
Who is waiting for her infant,
The silver clouds of hope
Rustle with the air.
The arrival of the rain
Enlarges the enjoyment
And the attraction
Of the Dragon flies
Towards the rainbows
Is being flowered in its eyes.
The real face of human
Who use the unsuitable adornment
To cover their anger
Tend to jump out of the eyes.
Eyes are the mixture
Of feelings like the scenery
Which is the combination
Of wonderful colours
Yeah,
Eyes are the mirror
Of feelings …
It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, which I believe is what you are saying here Ashly - lovely poem.
Yes! But poems are ears, and I hear, again, images moving effortlessly, yet under editing control. I see intelligent eyes deeply questioning. The result - 1 sentence with no breaks! Well-crafted, Ashly!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem Ashly..You have portrayed beautiful picture of eyes. You are right, eyes reflects our emotions...its like mirror, we cannot hide from it. Loved reading your poem. Keep writing. God Bless.