The eyes do command
they do recognise
also do register
an apparent in the run
an insight on the way
a difference though
she looks squarely
claims a man
he sees angularly
loathes the girl
the geometric shapes
come into being
square and angular
with no triangle or trapezium
that be the talk of the eyes
those stare for long
stare with a venom
hover around with a flare
grieve through with a fear
apprehend with a panic
the eyes do show up
with an absolute stare
an expression of scorn
could be that of contempt
hold in view the snare
emit an unhappiness
unpleasant and unfriendly
well, that is a song on stare
one in the series of the alphabet “S”
crosses all through the day
know not what more comes along
could be in the business
might be out of it on the whole
well. that is how thoughts crowd
day in and day out
as I write with a glare
a stare is also possible
would show a like or dislike
stares at time propose a positive.
Meenas Poems 