My eyes hold------- so many stories
untold
I when eye --- the pregnant sky
Which hold the droplets bold
On her wide expanse
Huge wild firmament
Which was all sunny gold
And then, slowly but ceaselessly
surely
Turning silver to quiver
In the wombs of life’s sacrament;
Benign benevolence sent
From the abode of (gods)
Who lord over the dearth
Of earth to bring in limitless
Lassitude laden mirth………
I whose eyes hold still
So many stolen melancholy yarn
Wanna churn endlessly around the
Mediocre mundaneness of
Longing filled yearning…….