Her eyes br Looks like a dear's one br and its language br Is like the poems of Tagore br It's rhythmic br Impressive. br br She does not require br Much to say with words, br But rather br Silence br May be, for silence br The words fall asleep. br br But … I am sure br Those look at her eyes br And carry the belief br Can't forget her br Because the sleeping words br Wake up in their mind.