Your eyes

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When open,
I see pure innocence,
a cure of every grievance.
A drizzle of patience in me,
with their presence.

When closed,
they appear to be tulips,
who have rolled themselves,
shying from the moon,
in the presence of a bird's croon.
(Few lines by--
Falkiya najam)

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