Eyes..

The eyes speak and hear a thousand words,

Not just tracing the flying birds.

But think of those who can't see...

Can mouth and ears to them eyes be?

The tears of joy & sorrow are the same,

Their emotions cannot be named.

The anger, the shy eyes can't communicate

The feeling of love, the feeling of hate.

What you hear and see is what you remember.

But blackness it is from Jan' to December.

Throughout the day, it is night

Everything black, nothing white

They suffer the rude game of life

Far more risky than darting of knife.

Then too a smile always they wear

Emotions hid deep, too hard to share.