Eyes Bright

It's not broken, atleast till now Not the heart but the porcelain cup With the milk, pure and white As it was metaphorized with those 'eyes bright' Enquiries vanished when gazed at those 'eyes right' As purity sparkled like dazzling light No matter it's day or the stormy night All of it crystal clear in those 'eyes bright' The existence of the same mirage On pretending faces with many lies Inviting the unintended rage which never delights It's far less than enough, when it comes to write About the urban dust encountered by those 'eyes bright' Am I right or Am I right? You too lie with those 'eyes bright' And hold the mess quite very tight Staredown exists with diminished sight And so it's visible in those 'eyes bright'