Dark eyes,
you will see somewhere
in every distant land
– so distinct
and always the same.
Dark eyes
with the glow of laughter and joy
– evil can veil,
but will never fade.
Dark eyes
with warm rays of love
of a friend
– you just met,
but always knew.
Dark eyes
moist with compassion
for every stranger’s
aching heart,
but lonely in sorrow.
Dark eyes
with quiet wisdom
of old soul wounds
– still healing,
but resolve is unyielding.
Dark eyes
with reflections
of old mountain and churches
– never approached,
but always cherished.
Dark eyes
with reflections
of old cities and homes,
never entered,
but always missed.
Dark eyes
with a song full of tears
of a loss
– sunk in time,
but never forgotten.
Dark eyes
and justice
– shattered
in the silence of oblivion.
Dark eyes of exiles.
Dark Armenian eyes!
Hachik Chilingirian
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My Dad used to tell people that I , as a kid, could always recognize Armenians by their eyes :)
Though my grandparents escaped the Genocide to restart lives in a new country, they forever remained Armenian in their hearts. Though only 1/2 Armenian myself, I identify w/ the sad, collective history we share. My adult sons (1/4 Armenian) are proud to claim their heritage. I am sharing the poem w/ them. Thank you.
My mom had dark eyes. Black eyes. Thank you for this beautiful poem speaking for our armen eyes.
Beautiful Poem …
Yes, we Armenians have dark eyes …
Filled with pains…
Yes we have Dark eyes
But honest look …
Serving everyone from our hearts …
Sylva~MD~Poetry
People would tell me and my Sister Karen about are Dark Eyes and Skin. We were called terrible names, not so nice.