Eyes tell a story

Blue, black or brown,

Deeply filled with expressions to drown.

Eyes are the mirror to the soul,

Mirth or gloom lined with kohl.

As smile liberates through the glittery eyes,

It spreads effervescence around.

Through the deepest veins it travels,

And melancholy is nowhere to be found.

Lips might utter words inappropriate but eyes don’t lie,

Reflecting the true you, till the day you die.

Sometimes teary and sometimes with gleam,

Angelic they look when smoky with a dream.

Some say beautiful and some say alluring,

To some it’s haunting from summer to spring.

For me it’s doorway to express,

Eyes in human is what can impress!

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta