The
Eyes, the eyes, Yes, The eyes
The
eyes- They said it all
Though
none caught their real Word
Yet
they weren’t , but yes, Feral.
A
sort of “aqua” fire ran up high
In
the very depth, it intensate
They
shined their brightest sigh
They
seem’d just upto their blessed fate
The
naturism covers Them over
The
blessedness do their turn
They
look around and Hover
With
the Blue above , under Their Run.
~
Dedicated to: Naina (Handa) Chadha
Feel
the Blitheness in the air…. having you J
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