I saw a korean movie sometime back ING and there was this traffic police who lost her sweetheart on a rainy day in an accident. Recently, a watchman has joined our college and when I saw his eyes I was reminded of the korean lover. This poem is all about
O what distant eyes I saw
Searching for something gone away
Beside the stoic gravestones
By the pristine, white cathedral one day.
Those eyes remind me of that rainy day
When the Korean lover lost his sweetheart
And to this day he cries when it rains
Remembering the lady and her trampled cart.
They look so unseeing
As if they can see through the air
No matter how much you look at them
They would never return your stare.
They never look at you
Though they may bear your face
Etched within that darkness lies
Someone who will forever stay.
They would catch your gaze and flicker to hide
What they do not want you to see
They would soak in the transparent breeze
And distant again they would be.
He'd pull on his cap over his eyes
As if to say it's a forbidden zone
And looking again into the emptiness
His eyes would turn unknown.
Poetry by Amy Valentina
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Written on 2009-05-02 at 07:35
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The Watchman
O what distant eyes I saw
Searching for something gone away
Beside the stoic gravestones
By the pristine, white cathedral one day.
Those eyes remind me of that rainy day
When the Korean lover lost his sweetheart
And to this day he cries when it rains
Remembering the lady and her trampled cart.
They look so unseeing
As if they can see through the air
No matter how much you look at them
They would never return your stare.
They never look at you
Though they may bear your face
Etched within that darkness lies
Someone who will forever stay.
They would catch your gaze and flicker to hide
What they do not want you to see
They would soak in the transparent breeze
And distant again they would be.
He'd pull on his cap over his eyes
As if to say it's a forbidden zone
And looking again into the emptiness
His eyes would turn unknown.
Poetry by Amy Valentina
Read 492 times
Written on 2009-05-02 at 07:35
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