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By Khushi Singh
Brown eyes,
Deprived of ephemeral joys,
Looking heavenward,
In monochrome of sky.
Jinx of flighty clouds,
Blurring the vision of axinites,
Not letting them laze,
In tender arms of wind,
Tender arms, like Mother‘s.
The indigo curtain,
Embroidered with sequences of shine,
Reflecting enlivened energy,
Giving hope, to vanquish the oblivion.
The brown eyes,
Telling inscrutable tales,
Now close themselves,
In the lap of darkness.
Khushi Singh, a high-school student, is a reader by day and writer by the night, who tells story through poetry.