Within the Post
There are thoughts that appear before the eyes
That yet eyes has not even fathomed.
There are lots of vacuum that might seem to be free
But in the stance, their space will not be filled.
This eyes we use to see
Sometimes delude when it face with odds.
An eyes to a gentle soul
Inscribe decaful of words.
An eyes to a benign mind
intranse expressions that are yet to be told.
But no one head a note
That can be decipher in the mid.
Can a chap clamed with books becomes bookish
By the virtue of the note in his hands?
Tis not a peculiar asset that connotes a lord
Or a loan to his mindset.