A Pair of Glasses

Where do you get lost,
O my glasses,
For without you,
The world’s not clear,
And looks like,
Far what’s all near.

Why do you play,
So pranks on me,
Sometimes sitting,
On my head,
And let me wander,
To search like a thunder,
And sometimes you so clear,
That make me touch the nose,
To make sure you are there.

Oh the pair of glasses,
First when I acquired you,
Life seemed trapped,
Within your boundaries,
And after these years,
Without you,
I would miss,
The aesthetics of thy creation.

P.S: Thank you and deep gratitude for reading my poems. It’s a newly discovered talent in me, maybe not rhyming and good enough, but I found poetry is the best medium to express our emotions. And that’s the reason I started writing them, it frees up my mind, relaxes me, and the creative expression is deeply fulfilling. I mostly write with my feelings and experience, and not to fill the word limit, so have to include these lines in every poem as they are shorter than one one-fifty words to publish. Accept my gratitude (although I don’t have much).

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