Jun 2018
There they were, the suprisingly shiny brown glasses.
Small and cute, they accurately represented their master!
I gaze at them as the time passes...
Had there been a "specs-election", I would've been their first vote-caster!!
Zebra stripes but brown and white were they coloured
Smooth and silky was their texture
On the surroundings, my vision was blurred
On the clear shades of the glasses was it only concerned.
I kept admiring their beauty from my heart;
With their unseen ears, my inaudible voice could be heard.
They seemed to look lovingly at me
And I was assured "Still there's water in the kind sea".
Small and cute, they accurately represented their master!
I gaze at them as the time passes...
Had there been a "specs-election", I would've been their first vote-caster!!
Zebra stripes but brown and white were they coloured
Smooth and silky was their texture
On the surroundings, my vision was blurred
On the clear shades of the glasses was it only concerned.
I kept admiring their beauty from my heart;
With their unseen ears, my inaudible voice could be heard.
They seemed to look lovingly at me
And I was assured "Still there's water in the kind sea".
The poem was written taking inspiration from a pair of glasses (which belonged to one of my friends) kept on our desk at our college. They were too ordinary to be even seen but I found it too beautiful to stop myself from writing this poem.
