Rimmed For Life
A Poem
What is it like to see with bare eyes?
How does it feel?
Is it as beautiful as I see
from these thick glasses of mine?
Or better?
How do I not remember?
Somebody told me
“It is an experience in itself, to see without a barrier
to touch what you see without a barrier
to feel what you see without a barrier
The vibrance, the colors will leave you gaping
when you realize, how much you missed out on,
owing to the barrier”
Oh! How I wish to see what you see
with my bare eyes
But when I take off
these rimmed views
I see lost focus,
so for me, glasses on is better
less vibrant but focused
They say it stands so clear
finer than a fine movie print
an alluring sight unimpeded
I can only imagine, Oh so lucky they must be!
to see the clear, the real
without aid — the definite creation of almighty
