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| K Pankajam |
The Half-Open Eyes
Eyes downcast, half open, not dazed or dead
mask secret worries hiding in their depth.
If numb they appear, you are mistaken.
Conscious or not, she veils her own self often.
There are stories in them waiting to be followed,
of hopes, despair and grief peeping as quick as flash.
They often wail from behind layers of emotions
Yet a half-smile is always her feminine symbol.
No ornaments can compete with her soulful smile.
A simple serene look has its own ways of appeal.
Maybe she is upset by the global crises widespread
It’s time to spread peace and brotherhood. she pleads.
Look into their depths and read in them clear
enticing tales of mothers’ sacrifice, love and care.
Distractions can’t mar her verve to knock out fears
skeletal beasts stalking have to retreat to their furrows.
Her intentions genuine, efforts, unmatched
Bumps in her path to fade, success waits to heed.
Indeed, hands that rock the cradle are to rule the world
And a picture of ultimate elegance does she wield.
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