The Eyes of the Old Rati Saxena The eyes of the old: They are dry wells Long sobbing tunnels In the world of light Burning blind lamps The eyes of the old Listen to the footsteps Of the present Taking full breath From unconsumed smells The eyes of the old Writhing with whiteness To become spots of sunlight Melting, sticky candle The eyes of the old: They are beautiful More than the doe-eyed Telling true stories Of the grandma The eyes of the old! (translated from Hindi by the poet)
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