Another reason to give thanks for the eyes
is that; they always defy plots by the smile
to hide traces of inner hate and despise.
Windows to some souls ooze bitterness than bile
while precious ones are as clean as a newborn’s slate.
Understandably, no one loves everything.
It is absolutely stupid to hide hate,
unless you’ll always wear shades, you’re doing nothing.
Disguised despise is not wise despise for one;
can only sweep dirt under the carpet cloth
till the carpet itself dirties. No one won.
Blatant hate is better hate, better yet-loathe.
As we embrace, you probably think I bug.
Too bad that eye can’t see your eyes as we hug.