With The Paint And My Brush Make I The Eyes Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
With The Paint And My Brush Make I The Eyes
Make I, paint I the beautiful eyes
Of yours, my love,
The retina, the cornea,
The eyeballs,
The eyelashes, the eyelids,
The lenses and the reflection,
The eyesight falling upon!
But why are the tears into the eyes
Of yours, my love,
Do you forbid me to sketch an paint them?
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