If something seems to be beautiful, the one reason lies in your eyes itself which is barely an optical instrument for science but, a literary jewel to those who write.
The eyes which every writer admire,
Bear the forever shine of happiness,
Reflecting the presence of desire,
Countless of a heart’s belongingness.
The eyes have gone through the dark,
There’s nothing more to scare them,
As they cross milestones and mark,
For they own in memento, the diadem.
The eyes in deep impression never forget
The time to shed old ordeals when it rains,
Slowly, they learn, move on and reject,
The thought which sometimes pains.
Those who hide the feelings deep,
There’s the charms of eyes to betray,
Bring out the windows to peep,
Visualizing feelings they portray.
Whatever things around they let us see
To which nothing inflicts limits,
Things become out of sight as they flee,
The wonderful gifts nature permits.
©️Aditi Anvita (Anvi).
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