• writerbypen 23w

    Those Brown Eyes

    Those beautiful brown eyes
    Which went through many cries
    All night being so wet
    And all left being;upset

    The only one organ
    Which helps to see this world wide
    The only way of communication
    Between us and thy divine.

    Being rubbed, we harm these
    Not even once, are left at ease
    When vision gets wounded
    Being made to put lenses
    Forcefully bringing them,back to senses.