THE STORY OF MY EYE.

 

The dark brown eyes

The window to

My inside world

Mirror to my soul

My inner kaliedoscope.

Shadows and bags under them

Courtesy, the over active 

tear glands!

Little lines around them

Gives character-

Of seeing it all?  

Or is it just my thought?

My eyes- like hers...

The left bit smaller

Than the right,

Kinda kind,

Tend to look

Only the good

After overlooking so much.

Talking sometimes

Where the words fail,

Yes, my eyes are like hers

Thou' not in entirity

But, striking similarity

And so they are 

My best asset

My silent outlet.

P.S : The picture is mine and my eyes are like my moms.

For - dVerse ~ Self Portrait.