Eyes are the windows to our souls, what does your soul say
in this life, does its innocence and purity come to be real-
ized in the openness of these sightful wonders of humanity.
Or do they get lost in a haze of confusion because of stress
and tension, getting the best of us when we should be relaxed
and stress free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem