FAULTY EYES

The world is a blurred picture,

To me it is a defaced painting,

The colours appear to be mixed up,

And strikingly reminds of a haunting.

I can’t recognize any face that appears,

My vision is limited in the space,

My disability is embarrassing to me,

I sometimes blush like my blood is on a race.

Eyes, they say do reveal everything,

My problem is I can’t see them,

Feelings remain unknown and untold,

I can’t understand her which is a big shame.

My glasses are my best friends,

Never do they betray my eyes,

Their presence does enhance my grasp,

They tell the true picture without any lies.

My liabilities are few, but strikingly potential,

Rain does render the glasses useless,

Still my life is a mixture of concentration and focus,

My eyes without them are meaningless.