Through the window of your eyes,
When I look around,
I see many near and dear,
Many many worlds around.
When I close my eyes and start thinking,
I see you smiting, I see you playing.
Your discrete impulsive glances,
Ignite passions of passersby,
Before you reciprocate,
They all glare the glowing eyes.
So tender as the eyes of the calf,
But so rogue the temper,
Demeanor oscillates in erratic,
Everybody's heart shudders.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem, sir Debendra....10+++++++++++++
Thank you dear Mr Bernard for your appreciation and rating the poem !