Eyes - Poem by Boudhayan Mukherjee
Then you go into the soft world
Of gazing- -
Someone gazing at a pond
A little boy gazing at his big fat pa.
In Calcutta I just look at people
And can't decide anything.
In Mumbai the torrid glitters
Of Marine Drive crowd at night
Gives a few kicks on my retina.
A child's eyes are innocent, bovine
They look at you curiously with a sparkle.
Ears have lobes that can be licked....
The serene eyes of a monk
What can I say about their peace?
Only your eyes speak with others' eyes
Without each other knowing what they said.
Words don't matter, when infinite
Turmoils of sea-waves change
Colour of our eyes.
Or what about a pair of eyes, cataract-operated
By our Rotary Club at village Pairaurah....
Can I describe the new-found twinkles gazing at me?
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