The Eyes

Eyes, the lovely eyes

None can decide the eyes you like.

Every time you see a face with glee

That one face makes you please.

His sulky face makes you cry

And happy face makes you laugh.

A plenty of water stored inside you

But can't fulfill the thirst in you.

Even you're drifting off day & night

My cheek tells you to come & hide.

Though it's hard for you to hide

You stop your flow to hid & glow.

When you see a pal in need

You the tender eyes helped indeed.

You the lovely eyes melted many times

Yet have genteel nature to thrive.