Have you ever wondered about all the beautiful things a blink could do?
Those sleepy eyes that attracted my attention
Were so beautiful that they had so much for comprehension.
Before I could understand or even think
They started to flutter and blink.
That blink is still stuck on my mind
Honestly, it’s so humble and kind.
It confines my fears at times
At times it becomes a part of the game, mimes.
At times it showcases I’m so sad
While often it makes my face look coy and glad.
It’s the beginning of my smile, beginning of tears too
It’s the veil to my eyes, it lets me hide so many things too.
It’s a prayer, respect, love and care
Isn’t it a very beautiful thing, so rare?
It symbolises a new life for me every morning
It is light and dark at the same time, so adorning.