I look for eyes.
Fall for eyes as they don’t lie,
For they reveal our real image.
Every eye holds a sky,
Where flies Birds of colourful plumage.
In Happiness and in sadness they turn teary,
And Shy out when smile breaks.
Eyes which speaks a different theory,
Are as beautiful as snowflakes.
In anger they hold the colour red,
And open wide so that we can see.
When calm they stay silent,
Eyes know where we want to be.
In pain and agony, they close themselves up,
Protecting us from the undesired rays.
Booned so that they never grow up,
Eyes is where I love to gaze.
