The Pretty Ones

Some got one

Some got none

Most got two

In a pair of hues

Black, brown & green

Uncommon being blue.

Some are set deep

Some remain hooded

Some like to protrude

Many like to upturn

Or go for a downturn

Maybe a wide set

Or a close set one.

Speaking without words

Is best what they do

Some remain silent

While others scream at you

And there are those

Who question you.

They are known 

To attract many

Artists, musicians,painters

Many a times they

 have been captured

Only for their beauty.

Some make it pretty

Some make it simple

Some make it scary

Most leave it their way 

They carry their

own emotions they say.

Lovers have known 

To stare at them for hours

To get an answer yes or no

While powerful beings

use them to intimidate 

the poorer beings.

In happiness or sadness

They like to get wet

They capture memories

Both good and bad

Whenever they feel sad

Oh how water flows

And blurs them out

Closing them is thinking

Thinking for hours

Is sleeping

Sleeping is helping 

Helping us fulfill

Wishes and dreams.

We grow they grow

With age they age

But some tend

To be stronger

Others go for another pair. 

Once they close 

Never to open again

We bid adieu

To our dear ones

And our world.