Your eyes
I have seen your eyes shining with life
Living in a slum one may wonder
How you had that spark in your eyes
But amazingly, you had it,
Swaying the crowd and making your path
You always had the winning attitude
Devoid the fact you are a slum-dweller
Hunger and poverty were your best friends
Your most cherished dream was bread
And most likable hobby being earning it
Still you played, sang and danced,
You hoped, you dreamed,
And facing the daily nightmares, you screamed.
But as the gloomy night turned into a shining day
All your nightmares were swayed away,
You begin restoring all your hopes and dreams
For a new song and a new play..
Comments
"Your most cherish dream was bread"
yes, this is a line from your "Your Eyes"... a poet should have all liberty to do whatever she likes to do (and not to do)with her work...but, i wonder, if that "cherish" was put by mistake and you missed one 'd' that would make the word as "cherished"...
hope, you didn't mind....
once again.... keep writing...