Penned By B D Narayankar
Magic is in your eyes
It is in your eyes
that the morning awakes
It is in your eyes
that night
drops anchor like a fading evening
Your eyes -
are they two poets
weaving meaning into life?
When you raise your eyes,
your glance echoes tinkling
sound of waters
hitting seashores
When you lower your eyes,
the music trapped
in jingling water ends.
Your eyes -
are the poets' delight
Your eyes -
are my lifeline.
Lifeline,
of your poor poet!
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