My Eyes

They tell the way they have seen

the life passing through their doors.

And of places they have been

by wheels, rails or mighty oars.

But let me have my own tale

for my eyes seek their own choice.

Borrowed stories feel so pale

for these ears who heed no voice.

Let my senses flow and churn

as the pot of desire burns.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

10 thoughts on “My Eyes

  1. amitapaul

    A succinct assertion of poetic identity is made in this poem as the poet finds , and decides to stick to , his own voice . Bravo !


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