Beggar

 There is a moonlight in your eyes,

Soft glam that shines so bright,

There is a spark in your eyes that can lighten up the far skies.

The twilight stars in the sky cannot compete with the moonlight of your eyes,

The canons can't brushfire like your gaze would invoke the fire in me,

There is one truth in your eyes,

They are true, 

Pure as ice.

There is one truth in your eyes,

They shone bright when they saw me.

There is a moonlight in your eyes,

That wanted to illuminate me in heavenly light,

There is a spark in your eyes,

They wanted to lock me forever in their sight.

I am hopelessly addicted to your loving eyes.

The soft glam in it, 

No fleeting whiles,

No cure, no prevention, no rescue.

No other sight can make me whole,

I want to shine bright in the moonlight of your eyes.

I am addicted to your eyes, which used to hold a vision of us together!

I am hopelessly in admiration of your soothing eyes,

They captured my soul,

My inner voice and pride.

I am hopelessly in love with the old version of you!

No fleeting emotions could ruin that love for you!

No chasing of the adrenaline,

No fears, no doubts could obscure the Magdaline-who is obsessed with your sight,

Your beautiful heart, soul, body, and mind,

The moonlight in your eyes pulls her magnetically towards you in the airy night. 

Now that she has lost you and your sight, 

A dark new moon surrounds her veiled.

She has now grown into a stripped beggar begging for your mercy behind the walls- 

Locked in the prison of her mind. 

In every passenger through the city hall, 

She tries to find the resemblance, 

She tries to find the same moonlight in the eyes.

That is nowhere to be found.

The new moon haunts her,

Her inner devils rises horns, 

She still keeps looking for the morons,

In hope of accidentally finding you in them.


©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Timestamp: 5.32 pm, Tagar



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