Read Poetry: Eyes, by Shivani Mehra

I have felt the most rushed through eyes.
Vulnerable, yet still, eyes.
With a language unspoken,
writing feelings unknown.

I have seen ugly truths and lies,
Ugly hearts and minds.
It almost ambiguous to find,
how haven’t I seen an ugly pair of eyes.

How they etch so deep,
that I always tend to leap,
bringing my soul to shore,
laying my kingdom to the floor.

Nothing purer than eyes,
Nothing stronger than eyes,
Nothing weaker than eyes.

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