The Gaze

Graduate Division

I'd give up my throne,

I'd give up my crown,

To see the world painted,

In that beautiful shade of brown,

Deep is the vale,

Deeper than the seas,

For there's more to that eye,

Than everything it sees,

All that I want,

All that I seek,

Is the power to write poetry,

In the language those eyes speak,

Those tremors of joy,

No words can capture,

The twinkle in those eyes,

And the sound of laughter,

And when tears of joy,

Well up in those eyes,

To moisten the heart,

And the soul that sighs,

All I wish for,

Is if only I could,

Gaze into those moist eyes,

Until I close mine for good.

-Hardik Kothare