By Jacob Isaac

Let Me Have My Naked Eyes

Rumors and tuners favours and rhythms

Grouping the life and treating the target

Throwing the modest moving monastery

Paving the prose of growing images

Reading the path of love and images

Now, then the rumours, stress of tremendous

Fuss and prolonging, auto suggestions

Rude and peasant of, granny’s reaction

Nanny’s lamenting , core of positions

Falling my head and rooming my feelings

Running the stories , telling the ages

Aging the home  mood weighing the youngness

Rating the lunar praising the net range

Home and holy tuition gone

Long and lovely passion mourn

Days and ways covered my eyes 

Let me have my naked eyes!