Myopic Man Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Far offs from earth man seems to see with ease,
Many a light-years far galaxy,
Stars and planets, their plains, crests and valleys,
He even knows how beastly black-hole be,
But seldom if at all the Self his own,
Just one thing man has for long left alone.

Perhaps this way is how man's ever made—
He feels that all shortfalls do elsewhere lie,
Not within—easy can one see the red
Of spectrum, not green, nor yet his envy,
His blame knocks at all but his karmic gate,
He's two pet alibis— fortune and fate.

As he grows old, gets myopic of eyes,
Perhaps he's born short-sighted, never wise.
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Sonnets | 07.04.05 |