May 15, 2021 #poem 1

 

My eyes wander around the place 

Searching for the innocent eyes 

Who's lips are yet to utter a word

But conveys the opinion nonetheless. 


Some are looking at the aisles

While some are looking at their hands 

Few passed out in the cart 

And others looking at people who pass by. 


I long to hold one of my own 

Without having to look around 

But to look at my hands 

Bundle weighing so light 

And heart heavy with joy. 










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