Eyes

Eyes are arriving at my senses,
Policies of hearts, kissing a management.
Ears abide in a heavenly odour,
Full of pride and ache.
My eyes burst against desire when I fall
Into a stupor, into relaxation.
The death of beautiful eyes
Bought a catcher of cats
As no mother or father could buy.
The police have words when spoken to
About the recent bravery,
About the eye and nose.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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