Her Magic Eyes Poem by Indranil Bit

I saw her again today,
In the middle of the ever hungry crowd!
A hundred face crowd,
She stood bright, distinguishingly proud!
Oh! those eyes of her,
Gifted by an angel from far high heaven!
The magic laden eyes,
They hypnotize me, oblivion my being!


I have travelled a lot,
Met a hundred lovely face each diurnal!
All collective in bosom,
Yet none can defy magic in those eyes!
How does they look?
Emerald? Brown deep? Green lambent?
Ah! I give up figuring,
I lose my memory when in overwhelm joy!


A joy for the glance!
Like a gentle strike on the new moon night!
That fades into dark!
With a longing hope trailing the stolen sight!
Mystic flowing eyes!
An alchemist will lurk for from the dungeon!
I wish to have nine!
Nine lives to fall in love with her magic eyes!