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Her Toxic Eyes

A glass of wine
A piece of ice
Charity of divine
And love of mine
A revolving dice
Her Toxic Eyes

No brown no green
A colour never seen
No fantasy no dream
Nor a picture on screen
An angel who flies
Her Toxic Eyes

 A pearl in ocean
A bubble in air
A sample of poison
With diamond shine
Who sees he dies
Her Toxic Eyes

Wet when she cries
But also when she smiles
Depth of a trench
That throws one high
Naughtier than a child
Her Toxic Eyes

When I saw them first
My condition was worst
I went very deep
But I had to weep
Coz my attention was burst
By some worldly noise
But can’t cease to miss
Her Toxic Eyes

When she passes by
My eyes do fly
Through her hairs and breast
And her pinkish lips
But suffers a stop
Where it lies
Her Toxic Eyes

One day I’ll catch her
To get deeper in her eyes
I’ll love her cheeks
And kiss her lips
She’ll close her eyes
To be mine
I’ll fly very high
With Her Toxic Eyes

                                       --- VIKASH KUMAR


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