Apprehensions Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Inclined looks often are erroneous and deceptive,

Prompting thoughts and deductions that are dogmatic;

Unless the Inner Eye is just and perceptive

Enough to decipher and presume as being pragmatic;

A flower, a tiger or a distant steep cliff

Feel more to the view of the bare eyes

Then they are to apprehend or otherwise

Things roll over in store with every sense and sniff

Choice view, delighting taste or a pacific touch or sound

Oh..! how and where then can the Truth be found..?