I want little space in your eyes.
which always my existence spies.
Their depth fathoms the deep sea
I have seen them looking for me.
When brows are raised the world stands still
My body then get with sensation fill.
The tears there I can afford not.
The great pain and agony they brought.
When you apply them antimony black
Their look brings me vitality back.
Give me peace with your direct looks.
It ll refresh learning of all my books.
By Mohammad Ibrahim