Apr 23, 2009

The Blue Eyes

The blue eyes, which is watching me,
Where ever I go.
Is it the eyes of my lover?
Or the eyes of the world.
The look pierce down into my heart,
As a sword pierce into human body .

Why doesn’t it understand my feelings?
I feel as if it is criticizing me.
Am I a big fault?
The one for which am not responsible,
Why is it like this?
Am crowned the queen of faults.

Hey, you the staring cold eyes,
Don’t look me so,
It is killing me inch by inch.
Is it my fate to cry until my end?
And you watch with your cold eyes?

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