Ghost Eyes Poem by Sneha Murali

a pair of eyes did stare through
an icy look, cold and heart-wrenching too
i tried to escape them, but try as i might
those eyes did follow, can't put up a fight

i ran for cover, i shouted for help
like a scared puppy dog, i did yelp
those pair of greens sprinkled with hate
to torture me, it didn't hesitate

those eyes soo ghostly, i tried to avoid
but to no avail, i couldn't help it, i cried
everywhere i looked, even in my sleep
i saw two cold eye balls, piercing me deep

i was haunted for a while, i was terrified
was there no escape, something that could be tried?
i had enough of this, enough of that stare
who did those eyes belong to, did i even care?

the poor, the downtrodden, the angels in disguise
they were the rightful owners of those cold eyes
those cold eyes in which revenge longed
those were the eyes of the people we've wronged

the things we do come back to us
the good things as well as the bad
so to be kind and warm, please dont fuss
or one thing's for sure, those eyes will make us sad


Copyright © 2009 by Sneha Murali