Irises

Here is one story

of a person, who had not

traveled the world,

nor did she own glory.

Tears are not her cup of tea,

though crying is

for she had dry eyes,

though they were as green as the sea.

The eyes had never made it 

to the colour brown.

Every time, she wept,

of grief, gee, joy or guilt.

The doctor said that every time 

she felt at extremes, 

chemicals would not drip out

but, the eyes will gain melanin.

Each birthday photo

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had a darker pair of eyes

lime, emerald, forest, and then

green turns to blue as she grows.

Some creeps got fascinated to

see her cry, while some

made her deliberately low,

Now, the irises are electric blue.

There is more to this person

other than her eyes

maybe not as apparent as them,

But, this writing does have its inclusion.

So, the gems have not

made it even to the slightest 

of brown, maybe a couple of years

to go, before the emotions rot.