Addictions: Short poem

By: Mallika Gupta

 
Her eyes,
beautiful brown doe-eyes
Seemed gentle and kind
with specs of
an earthy green
The furthest thing away
From cold and calculating
 
Her beautiful brown doe eyes
Enchanting me
Luring me
Confining me
And me?
I got drunk
So very drunk
Under her gaze
 
Her beautiful brown doe-eyes
Don’t lie to me
All of us have fallen like fools
For somebody’s beautiful brown doe-eyes
 
Her beautiful brown doe-eyes
Were not what I should have been looking at
The shackles on my wrist
Binding me to her
Never letting me escape
But as I ponder upon the thought
Of being imprisoned by her stare
I don’t think I mind the chains
 
Her beautiful brown doe-eyes
My new found addiction
My bad habit
Mine.
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-Mallika Gupta