by Neelam Shah
The man with the blue eye
looked at me with anguish and despair.
He was desperate
with a rugged look to him.
Worn, out and tired, he tried to say
something, but no words came out.
There was only one feature of his face
that caught my attention,
the blue eye glaring at me with
power, at first looked like
a sapphire marble, but then as
the sun beamed down on the sides of his face
it was like the night sky had drowned
the pupil with a sudden burst of determination.
The man with the blue eye asked questions,
but I wasn’t the one to provide the answers.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I love creative writing (poetry, short stories etc.) as well as factual writing i.e. writing essays, articles, reviews etc. I have had over 50 poems & articles in published young writers anthologies, magazines, word press and online journals and won many creative writing awards., I want to pursue a career in Science Journalism., I also like watching documentaries daily., Reading is also a great hobby of mine; I read any books ranging from any subjects, I enjoy visiting museums, exhibitions, galleries, traveling, camping, gardening and blogging online., I also have a strong interest in architectural/nature photography., I do take a great joy and pride in volunteering in the community as well.
Last updated June 23, 2011