Eyes Poem by Khadim Hussain

Eyes



My eyes were made to see with,
What if they are deceived?
Whoes’s fault is it?
Who do they blame?

The red roses in the flowerbeds?
The pink blossom of the tree?
My naive heart?
Your devious nature?

There are many other flowers,
None are acceptable.
What are the eyes to do?
What are the eyes to do?

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Khadim Hussain

Khadim Hussain

Lunger Pur Baly, Jhellum, Pakistan
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