Poems Are In My Eyes Poem by Sabina Sindhu

Although rose is red... or yellow,
my eyes are with tears
No rose blooms on my cheek
And no dropp can quench my thirst
All alone I stand,
in a dropp of tear.
I listen closely,
storms, clouds and winds
I see children singing
songs of thunder and hunger.

Alone! All alone! !
I listen the songs.
Sitting on a green ground,
I see colourful butterflies.
But colours,
Seem to be far from me.
More near are my eyes,
I realize tears more nearer.
I see words in my eye
I see street damp
Lake of tears roaring loud.
I hear thunders and clouds
in a deep heart's core.

And I say,
'Poems are not in rose'
'Poems are in my eyes'