by. Wed Mahmoud Shalan

Quoted “eyes are windows to the soul”.

Pupils tasteful of onyx coal,

Treacherous as a summer kiss, but

As long as the storm never lasts the bliss

Have they seen what eyelids confess?

They carry as heavy as distress,

The bulky weight they repress

Upon their delicate embrace

Tearful stories we cannot retrace

Written atop a pastel face,

Dark cuticles embroidered with tender Nile veins

Buried beneath are shameful deigns

They protrude from an overwhelming fervor

To the beat of a pulsing ardor

Wrinkles like calm ridges, utter

Louder than eyes can sputter.