Sonnet On A ‘moist Eyes' Poem by Indranil Bit

Sometime I try to forget your moist eyes;
Sometime I make myself busy to feel nice;
Sometime I try to throw my luck on dice;
Sometime I sit silent and ignore all vice;
Sometime, yet only sometime, not always nice!

I close my eyes and I sit in the dark;
Not to think twice and introspect my heart.

What I quest for is not in treasure!
What I opt for is not in pleasure!
I just try to forget your moist eyes!
I just try to ignore whatsoever vice!
I just try, just try to make things nice!

Now with wide open eyes, I am sitting in the light;
Still phantom chases; I remember your moist eyes.