I look into those eyes,
The eyes filled with a feeling I thirst for.
Running away from myself,
To turn myself into a better me.
I wait for a second,
I turn around and look at the eyes of power.
Cover with dust of bread and food,
He looks at me with a hope.
I got all I want,
I can buy me pleasure and comfort.
But, what he has I lack,
No money can buy me that, no riches can obtain it.
I hunger for what he owns,
I wish I could get it.
A humble face that looks at me,
Hope that looks never dying.
I don’t know how to compliment it.
Coz, in me breathes a world of guilt.
I take a step back to reassess my life,
I realise that I had it all, all of it I had.
Now just one glimpse of it makes me happy,
I hope it remains forever.
Yet again I look into the eyes,
To realise and smile looking at the eyes of innocence.
