Eyes
By Asghar Hassan
Eyes,
A treasure full of divine dialects,
A blow full of sparkling ecastasy,
A gaze that produce fragrant myths
Like that from shamisen,
So, beautiful and precious
Like the crescent crimson moon rolls
In tides of eclipsial waves,
So, pretty like marvelous Arora Borealis,
So, rare like fragments of floral pearl,
In lonely spheres of collosal oceans,
That made me to drown in them,
Like my soul is taking bath in fermented haze,
Of him-full of ethereal longings,
Like an eternity of whispers, that
blooms in frosted breezed essence
Of him-him.