Beneath These Eyelashes
When my eyes are closed;
Beneath these eyelashes:
Exists the picture called dreams,
And a river exposing painful streams.
My heart wants to feel the rain,
And flush out all its strains.
My soul finds its peace,
In the wonderful breeze.
Imaginations take rounds,
To frame an unimaginable sounds.
When my eyes are closed;
Beneath these eyelashes,
I try to understand the real me,
Far more better than how people see.
-Ranjitha Hegde R.
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