Your Wet Eyes

When you look at me
With your drunken eyes
I learn what is beauty
I learn how to smile
Under suppressed lips.

In a hot summer
I understand
Spring is coming
It does not need
any season
If you look at me
With your thirsty eyes.

by Ershad Mazumder

Comments (1)

This is a good one Ershad! -Raj Nandy