When she opened her eyes, I knew it,
I have seen those eyes before,
I knew those eyes more than anyone else,
Those eyes narrated a story without the need for words,
I could feel the intensity of those eyes,
When she opened her eyes, I knew it,
Those eyes were a reflection of my eyes,
And she is my daughter…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
Thank for stopping by by Storyteller. — Ray
With pleasure
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Sorry for improper msg…’Those Eyes’ is a nice write up
Thank you 🙂 Thank you for stopping by.
Beautiful poem. I loved the last line – “And she is my daughter.’
Thank you Rekha. Hope you enjoyed it. 🙂
Yes. Its a sweer poetry.
Read some of your poems too. I’ll read more and comment on your poetry soon. 🙂 Thank you 🙂
Sure Anoop. I will be waiting. Please be an honest critic. 😊
Sure 🙂
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Anoop this is just beautiful.
Thank you Shiva
Anoop no news from you visit this side there is lot waiting for you.
Hello Shiva. Yes indeed it’s been a month that I spent time visiting the your blog and other WordPress blogs. I’ll hit your blog soon…