Eyes - a story

 

EYES...

 I am the question of these emotions;

also I am the answer ..

I am the poet and the book of uncontrollable nights;

Often these eyes used to cry,

In the strolling rain.

The question of desire to live;

is the only answer of moist eyes. 

There will be some war

between these eyes,

They don't get defeated 

without any reason .

They say;

there is a story hidden in my eyes;

But what if , my whole eyes is a story.

                                                    - Disha