Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet
When i shielded my eyes from blistering rays of midday Sun,
wearing frivolous black tints of exquisite glass,
palpable objects on the streets appeared faded and disgustingly murky,
with all garment in flocculent white; seeming to be dipped in grey sewage water,
i felt as if sporadic flashes of blindness had stealthily encroached my vision.
as i obscured my eyes; with bulky frames of high powered glass,
slender avenues of my eyeball resembled fully ripened eggs of the farm hen,
single silhouettes of plebeians struck my eye as multiple,
i groped my way faltering over bedraggled stone,
reached back my place of dwelling limping; with a host of broken bones.
after i sealed my eyes with a tightly wound linen cloth,
acerbic rays of sun god; flooded my vision as an ocean of red fire,
there was gruesome darkness camouflaging me at the onset of twilight,
i had to be escorted in person; with embarrassing stares hissed by oncoming individuals.
when i obliterated my eyes with round balls of blood red plastic,
frothy white milk looked like ghastly human blood,
dazzling bandwidths of crimson pierced my eye,
and i refrained completely from consuming all that was pearly white.
and when i kept my eyes naked for all day and humid night,
the results were exhilaratingly remarkable,
pungent outlines of clock tower needles now reflected clearly,
the sunbeams were as sharp as never before,
the full moon shone with undulating islands of misty black,
it was that very moment that i holistically resolved,
to keep my eyes completely naked for the tenure i was destined to walk on
mother earth.
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