These eyes say so many things...
of many autumn and beautiful springs..

At times there is a dash of grey
narrating of the war field scenes they fell prey..

Other times they are sea
telling about the times they were sans glee..

The hue of red does its flair
when they feel none care..

A tinge of green does come
when envy they carry in them..

yellow color is bad
when due to illness they are sad...

they carry in them stories untold
of burdens and mysteries yet to be resolved...

Of countries separated by unalterable lines
of history episodes of one kinds...

So much so they bear
under the effect they tear...

Tears soon dry
hope in them yet again they lie...

Strength they confine in them abundant
absorbing everything their color white looks redundant...

learn from them oh thyself
be real despite living the elf..

These eyes say so many things...
of many autumn and beautiful springs..