His eyes are gentle in mercy
Like the light falling from the sky,
Abundant and untainted,
It isn’t defeat that you see in his eyes,
They are merely the blunted questions of youth,
The grey clouds that swarm the depths isn’t cataract,
It’s the rough edges life has smoothed,
The pinprick longing for the past,
And the hunger for a golden tomorrow don’t exist,
His merciful eyes are accepting of the world the way it is.
Like the light falling from the sky,
Abundant and untainted,
It isn’t defeat that you see in his eyes,
They are merely the blunted questions of youth,
The grey clouds that swarm the depths isn’t cataract,
It’s the rough edges life has smoothed,
The pinprick longing for the past,
And the hunger for a golden tomorrow don’t exist,
His merciful eyes are accepting of the world the way it is.
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| Photo courtesy - The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
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