Literal tramp are my eyes,
Always in search of a charming face.
Even a good heart will do.
But mostly they seek out a wandering soul.
One who doesn’t want to stay for long.
After all variety is spice of my life.
A maverick or crazy mind is even better.
I can expect the unexpected.
A loner is my heart.
But when it needs a partaker to its long stretched night,
My roving eye does the task.
6 thoughts on “The roving eye”
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A pleasant poetic array seeding the mountains of possibilities and it’s infinite colors and shades through the windows of one’s eyes , though a deeper pain exists somewhere between the verses. An enthralling attempt by the author.
Thanks a lot Shamsher for capturing the essence of my poem and for appreciating it
Beautiful Nalini. Loved it.
Thanks a lot Rekha.your words of praise boost my morale.
There is a sense of sadness that pervades through this sensitive and beautiful poem.
A striking composition with the touch of melancholy that lingers and lasting.