Eye Irony Poem by Subrata Ray

Miss Beauty Butter Glides,
Mr. Handsome Melt Slides,
The third eyed observer cried.

Never Known Tent,
Sprang upon a slanted slant,
The third-eyed observer saw the Hunt.

A fish in the sea,
As steady as it could be,
Swallowed a delicious bait,
The third –eyed saw its retreat.

A cock in the home,
With love and care grown,
The third-eyed aired its blood oozing tone.

The rest,
Evilest and the best,
Passes with Time’s taste.