People told me they hated my eyes,
the eyes that saw hope in worst of times,
I thought they were right,
I thought my eyes were flawed.
For eons I tried to see the world through their eyes,
when I finally started getting the views of their mind,
I started missing my precious sight,
I know now that the eyes they hate, is the treasure i have,
So if they think your flaws are bane,
if they say your scars are ruins of past,
if they look at you with the worst of thoughts,
know it can't outshine your eyes.
For eyes, i mean the way you think, the way you look at life and beyond,
as long as your eyes are good, you will live the happiest of life.