Squint Eyed Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Some presumed that I was staring towards the sky; while some felt that I gazed towards the gutter flowing across cold ground,

Some presumed that I was staring as straight as an arrow towards the blackboard; while some felt that I was flirting around with beautiful girls sitting by the corner,

Some presumed that I was staring towards the scarlet cherries strewn on the embellished dining table; while some felt that I was conversing merrily with my
revered mother,

Some presumed that I was staring at the haystack trying to search for the inconspicuous little needle; while some felt that I was trying to capture the bull's attention to get stupidly gored,

Some presumed that I was staring at the fleet of birds flying high and handsome in air; while some felt that I peering down the crease of my garishly striped pant,

Some presumed that I was staring pleadingly at my Boss spuriously adorned on the golden chair; while some felt that I was capriciously looking out of the ventilator fitted a few inches beneath the square ceiling,

Some presumed that I was staring at the boisterous street inundated with normal pedestrians and swanky cars; while some felt that I was watching television; lazily dozing in the plush drawing room,

Some presumed that I was staring at fish in the waters of the ocean; while some felt that I profoundly admired the stars shine,

Some presumed that I was staring relentlessly at my wife; while some felt that my gaze was furtively concentrated on the exotically alluring neighboring window,

Some presumed that I was staring at the mosquitoes hovering incessantly around my nose; while some felt that I was appreciating the grizzly lizard incorrigibly stuck to the middle of the ceiling,

Some presumed that I was staring at the pages of the literary textbook; while some felt that I was trying to peevishly count the number of hair on my silken scalp,

Some presumed that I was staring into the bathroom mirror for hours immemorial; while some felt that I followed every movement of the sordid cockroach on
the sparkling white floor,

Some presumed that I was staring unforgivingly at the hideous monster; while some felt that I was in the midst of blissfully mesmerizing fantasy; voraciously rolling
my eyeballs from side to side,

Some presumed that I was staring at the festoon of crimson roses sprouting in voluptuous tandem from the soil; while some felt that I was violently searching
for my loved ones in brilliant daylight,

Some presumed that I was staring innocuously at the judge seated on the cradle of irrefutable justice; while some felt that I looked towards the floor in cowardly guilty submission,

Some presumed that I was staring at my watch adroitly wound across my wrist; while some felt that I looked wistfully at the clouds; anticipating thunderbolts of tantalizing rain,

Some presumed that I was staring at the statue of my God placed dead straight; while some felt that I was haphazardly searching for my way on the crowded and bustling lane,

Some presumed that I was staring at her celestially romantic doorstep; while some felt that I was gazing at the old mans forehead,

Some presumed that I was staring at the opalescent fountains fulminating at astronomical heights in the serene atmosphere; while some felt that I nodded every
now and then at my vaguely obscure shadow on the ground,

And although I might be squint eyed; I was still better than most of you would ever think; as I possessed this inherently uncanny ability to completely fool whomsoever I desired; whenever I wanted; which you miserably failed to imbibe the slightest; even though you had two pairs of perfect eyes; during the course of your entire lifetime.