What She Must Have Kept In Those Eyes Of Hers?

What She Must Have Kept In Those Eyes Of Hers? short poem

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Difficult it was
To look into her eyes
Without getting mine moist.
Certainly messy, a refuge in dark glares
While bidding adieu.
And eyes won’t lie, you know?
Eyes, they conceal an ocean
Yet, just won’t stay quiet when we badly want them
It will give us up,
Like a jealous acquaintance.
Believe me,
Would have stayed off
A scenario so clumsy,
Yet, the faint flicker of hope
That she may still stay
Nudged me on;

Only to sit in silence
For an hour and half
Staring at the lonely Buddha
In the middle of the crimsoned lake
I didn’t move
When, with a gentle clasp and
What sounded like “Be Good”
She faded off into the setting sun.
Didn’t look at her at all.
Now, after all these years
Badly wanted to know
What she must have kept in those eyes of hers?

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Songs of a Solitary Tree: Graphical Verses of Sublime Snippets

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Arun M Sivakrishna

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A reluctant writer and a sunday photographer. Recently published a collection of poems "Songs Of A Solitary Tree". Writes in English and malayalam
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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True. Eyes are the windows to our souls, and they often betray us by telling a secret we so desperately wish to hide.

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