Those Eyes...

They mien akin to bare plot

Ahem! They speak a lot

When one uses violence

They speak all in silence

They shine with a dream

And gleam like a stream

They trance in light very bright

And then open with a sense of pride

Those words of a sender

They speak with a tender

They feel no fear

To make fall a tear

Her eyes wait for cradle

Then engrossed with fantasy

They are a beau ideal

Vis-à-vis a father’s ecstasy

They have seen a multiplex life

And now sheen like a knife

They mien akin to bare plot

Ahem! They speak a lot