Lost Eye Poem by ANKIT MOHANTY

Peeping through the windows of my broken eye lance
I found a dark cloud flooded with heavy tense.
Rupturing the screen of these empty frames
These tears murmur a drying sense.

Licking the blockage
of my emotional passage.
Few drops question beyond my courage.
Laughter and smiles from my heart's garage
migrated to an old orphanage.

Who knows about the sorrow and pain?
From my heart's message
Which had once aromatic visage.
Suturing and threading the bleeding damage
life has rectified all its image.