The deepness of my eyes
Is not any ocean
Nor a castle made of
Heart pieces
With the roof of
Waving thoughts
It does not have boundaries of kohl
Neither has sharp naughtiness
Even then it sees listens and feels
Watch the doors of human souls
Finding in human veins
May get the answers
Of anxieties
Queries
Question marks
Which are blinking?
Since centuries
Please answer me back
Why can not have a friend who can be called friend
Can not have love that can be called love
Can not claim a relation that can be called relation
Can not have a rank that can be called rank
Can have a life that can be called life
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