Not just a cosmetic but a bunch of emotions This kernel has a lot unsaid It is made out of black clouds sometimes Sometimes it is made from the heap of mind hay.. The darkness hidden, the eye smile snuggle A shy blush sway Another night away To communicate once again Her life in a million ways She uses it not only on her eyes But most of the times it covers her sighs.. Who am I to write down this and expose her frail And then we know the world respects poets But again if somebody feels hurt to read this Let me know Ill comfort with another..
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 08:53:25 +0000