Don’t ask this question,
What happened to my eyes?
Yap, something troubling my sight,
Something making me unrest day and night,
I see your image in floating water side,
My heart has become stubborn,
Imprinted your carbon copy in my bosom,
After this you are asking me a million dollar question?
Why so ? oh! this is hurting my sensation,
You have become a part and parcel of my imagination,
I visualize your picture among the tempestuous ocean,
I see your curve in the river’s rotating motion,
I hear your speech in the deep silence of my meditation,
In all this my eyes are supporting with utter affection