I was gazing at your eyes
It cud b even meant as power
Persons frm sepulcher may rise to admire
It may b gaudy to some
But it is divinity to mine
Did ur eyes make a consent with stars of heaven
A clergy may worship it all night
Little angels besiege ur eyebrows
Shriveled flowers blossom
It blossoms only wen thy light touches tat
Obscure image adjust itself to perfection
Cud thy eyes power be reckoned.
Defunct objects grabs life
Ur compassionate look calms a churlish child
Melancholy lover gets energy frm thy eyes
Scudding clouds stop to look thy eyes
Leaves rustle and sing songs of joy
Woodcutter hies frm the woods
Just to feel thy eyes smoothness
Moreover it gives hope to forlorn little children all over the world.
