Sight Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

you say put on your specs papa
you don't see the screen
you don't see the page
don't seem to see anything these days

come boy when you are my age
you don't need to see the screen
you don't need to see the page
for they're by now all
tilled
filled
spilled
and you say to yourself
son I don't need no spec
for them now I can make remake
after countless read countless write
this mind tell me
I need no sight
for outside it's all empty
and inside
they deeply hide!

son when you tell me
I don't mind
for surely the times
would make you find
with all planted within
you wouldn't need to see the screen
see the page
when a father of my age!