Your Eyes Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Your Eyes
Your eyes
I get lost when eyes talk
Like a kid in the bus
Mother sits in back-seat
By mistake kid gets off
Till taken from behind
Kid cries and cries
“Want my mom…oh my mom”
The taker is the mom
Not woman in front
“Kid is lost! ”
That is me in your eyes
Being black; desert’s night
Or blue of the sea; and sky
Maybe not
In jungle of trees with grass
And mushroom and the moss
your eyes are majestic with appearance we all get shelter at once for you black and white makes no differences you are like two eyes
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4/18/2024 10:30:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful poem, thank you