Her

Adored the thick eyelashes, 

The eyelids which hide many bruises, 

The eyes who never chases, 

Who saw many challenges, 

And confuses, 

Folks with the eyelids up and down dances, 

Leaving their disguises, 

In the deep ditches, 

So that the pain in her heart eases, 

And can never discourages, 

Her inner breezes,

So that her walks can spread beautiful fragrances, 

Which in turn can freezes, 

The soul of the brutal folks whose gazes, 

Always irritate her by their awkward glances, 

Imagining their hisses, 

In the form of grudges, 

Forming weird grimaces,

Which form scary images, 

In her mind while walking on the roads crossing from their houses, 

The fake invitations so that they can impresses, 

Her cold heart whose pulse rate increases, 

Reminiscing the Hurtful incidences, 

And the languages, 

Which were only used for injustices.