The Windows of the Soul-Win
The eyes are the windows to the soul
My ardent desire is to keep her eyes
Eyes so beautiful
Eyes so omniscient
But how can I conserve it?
Is there any preservative?
Can a hospital do it?
When they cremate her
How can I look into her soul?
Or she can look into mine?
I can’t think of her to be lonely.
She believed in pure love
And she also said “No love without a touch”
She even refused to accept flowers
As they need not be considered the proof of love
I am much agitated and unhappy
As in death even her eyes sparkles iridescently.
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April 2, 2014
Form: Free Verse
tenth place win
Contest: Any poem goes 18 by Linda
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
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