In Southern lands where palm trees sway, A girl with hazel eyes holds sway. Her gaze, a tale of earth and sea, A world within, wild and free.Eyes like hazel, rich and warm, Hold mysteries, a gentle storm. Beneath the lashes, secrets hide, A universe within, abide.A dance of hues, like autumn leaves, In their depths, a soul that believes. A sparkle bright, like morning dew, Reflecting skies of azure hue.From Chennai's shores to Kerala's greens, In her gaze, a world unseen. A story told through silent cries, In hazel eyes, a thousand skies.With grace that flows like Ganga's stream, Her spirit strong, a radiant gleam. In every glance, a history swirls, A South Indian girl, with hazel-eyed pearls.


© Piaa Raj