Boudhayan Mukherjee


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?

Topic(s) of this poem: hope

Form: Blank Verse


Comments about Eyes by Boudhayan Mukherjee

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (1/19/2016 12:03:00 PM)


    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. The child and the monk and their eyes. operated eye at village Pairaurah very nice poem which made me think a lot. new found twinkles ....... thank you again. tony
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2016



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