In Those Eyes
They watched silently as I journeyed along, Dust to dust, song to different song, They watched me climb, they watched me fall, They watched as I frolicked, oblivious to their call. Star struck and enamored by the glittering play, I halted at many trivial haunts along the way. I preened and put on my best, Hungry for laughter, prizes and jest. Even when dissatisfied and dejected I slept forlorn, Those eyes silently gazed on. Now at last when I finally see, Those faithful eyes that never stopped watching over me, I care not whether I am called foolish or wise, I rest enveloped in the supreme prize, The peace of knowing that I am beautiful in those eyes. - Anahita Sanjana (India)