Her Eyes
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In her pupils smile, as though,
Stars of the night sky, aglow.
Her silent looks, often,
With her eyes cast down,
Wouldn't speak much then and there,
But would keep on beckoning me later.
Each of her facial smile is preceded,
By waves of smile traversing her eyes.
Though at times, her speech may be bitter,
Sweet is the language of her eyes that glitter.
Even when the sky outside is sunny and bright,
Unexplained streams of tears may blur her sight.
Dhaka
15 January 2015
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