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Living Eyes

Neither scenic village nor hustling city;

 

Neither comforting home nor expensive dwelling;



Neither the rivalry of the siblings nor the caregiving relatives;



Neither a walk through the streets of market commotion nor sitting in the light of silence for hours at the crossroads;



Living Eyes

Neither that special friend nor that frenemy;



Neither unrequited love nor silent hate;



Neither living in dreams; nor sleepy in wakefulness;



Neither the birth of Saint nor the death of Satan;



It’s the moments doing their job for the yearning eye.


Cause, the eyes that cry not is not a living eye!


Authored By
Zain Khan


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