Echoed Offering

The unbearable anguish hidden in the kohl of your two eyes—
its reflection today is clear in your gaze.

Breaking through the cryptic barricade of those glasses,
a host of concealed teardrops emerges in rebellion.

In your brazen indifference of these final hours,
to define this very thing as love—not inversely,
but proportionally, certain feelings advance openly, with bold steps.

So in the action of all your melancholy and the reaction of peace,
today some lost wayfarer's heartfelt offering
keeps echoing... in shadow, in body, even in tenderness!
Can you hear it, daughter?