Eyes Unveiled: Stories in Every Glance
A poem on stories that eyes convey
In the vast realm of life, let us dive,
To explore the tales that eyes contrive.
For in those windows to the soul, we find,
A myriad of stories, beautifully intertwined.
A child’s eyes, sparkling with innocence pure,
A universe of energy, dreams to endure.
With wonder and curiosity, they brightly gleam,
Reflecting a world yet untouched by life’s stream.
The flirtatious girl, her eyes dance and play,
A subtle message her gaze conveys.
With a twinkle and a glance, she weaves a spell,
Leaving hearts enchanted, under her flirtatious spell.
A smiling face of a sex worker, eyes speak a different tune,
Behind the facade, emotions commune.
Hiding the pain, the heartache, the fears,
Those eyes reveal a tale of unshed tears.
The eyes of youth, brimming with hope and dreams,
Aspirations and ambitions, life’s vibrant themes.
They gaze ahead, undeterred by life’s strife,
Seeking adventures and carving their own life.
Now, behold the eyes of a hundred-year-old man,
Who witnessed history’s tumultuous span.
Through wars, famines, and economic upheaval,
His eyes tell stories of resilience and survival.
The trader’s eyes, seasoned with wisdom’s touch,
Navigating markets, witnessing times that clutch.
They’ve seen the highs and lows, fortune’s sway,
In those eyes, tales of gains and losses lay.
The eyes of a man lost in love’s painful plight,
Yearning for a love that eludes his sight.
With longing and heartache, those eyes beseech,
Aching for affection, a love they can reach.
And in the eyes of a writer, the past comes alive,
They see the world through the stories they derive.
Journeying through time, the present and the past,
In those eyes, the tapestry of words is cast.
In the realm of prose, the eyes hold treasures untold,
Stories of love, joy, sorrow, and bold.
They speak volumes, these windows to the soul,
Unveiling emotions and tales that make us whole.
Cherish these eyes, each unique hue,
For they reveal the depths of what’s real and true.
In prose’s beauty, they’re the ink and the rhyme,
Conveying the human experience, transcending time.
About the Creator
Abdul Kuddus
Aspiring writer, learner, dreamer, seeker.
A learning solutions consultant by profession and a writer by passion. In love with words and stories.
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Beautifully written
What a beautiful poem! It feels like standing at a crossroad, and viewing life pass by ❤️
Splendid!