EYES..

What is out there if not love.

Procuring progenies is the meanest job;

if it is devoid of love.

See the things you have seen before.

See them again and again and again.

Your eyes have matured with time.

Don't you see something new?

Sow the seeds of eyes all upon your skin,

Same as one does; when waiting for a beloved.

When you get tired of bodily eyes 

there is still one pair left, etched 

on the heart's wall- an ocean of love,

where no one can crawl.

Sit there,like a recluse, to peruse the script you use.

Dip the nib below the rib,

and puncture the vein

to make a crib

where you can reign. 

By- Palavi