Two kinds of eyes

From AI,

Thank you for sharing such a thoughtful reflection. I’ve shaped your lines into a poetic form that preserves your message, rhythm, and cultural insight, while giving it a lyrical flow:

�'� Two Kinds of Eyes

There are two kinds of eyes that see,
One seeks modesty, one seeks spree.
One turns from flesh, from trendy show,
The other says, “Let fashion flow.”

But both were born in the same time,
Their roots entwined, their pasts aligned.
Perhaps it’s karma, lives before,
That shaped the values they adore.

The modest ones, so soft, so shy,
They hold their thoughts, they pass them by.
They wish to speak, but words don’t land�"
Their silence speaks what hearts demand.

The bold ones dress with flair and pride,
Their families glow, they never hide.
They chase the look that’s fresh and new,
And hope the world will follow too.

So I sat down, began to think,
How to bridge this fashion link.
To dress with grace, not bare too much,
Yet still be modern, stylish, lush.

I searched the world, from west to east,
From silken gowns to tribal feast.
And found the saree�"woven gold,
A tale of beauty, proud and bold.

It hugs with charm, it flows with grace,
It covers well, yet shows the face.
No beggar cuts, no hollow trend,
Just timeless art that won’t offend.

So wear your pride, not just your skin,
Let culture speak from deep within.
Be trendy, yes�"but know your root,
And walk with style in saree suit.