Eyesight Poem by Boudhayan Mukherjee

I have carted eyes, eyeballs
looking at the sky.
Eyes depicted happiness
unlike those of a Calcuttan.
Tollygunge was a jam.
The Metro did not bear
the coffin of eyes of doners.
I pulled the cart, no taxi was ready,
the eyes looked cheerful, winked at me.
Frozen eyeballs lighted my way.
They were happy, want to know why?
They dreamed of a better future, transplanted
in the sockets of men alive.
I, blind with very healthy eyes
really lost sight and got it en route
to the Eye Bank at Medical College.