The Ocular World Poem by cyriac cherian

The ocular world at every sound.
Nobody never see that the,
reflection on the air.
The wind is smooth not in blame.
Every steps of man has wide inch.
time is on the fastest way or busy
path,
it old or it is new;
cannot recognize by anybody.
ocular air at every place,
at every foot steps.
foot steps is not on shambles
walk of ocular, there may be
no heard one.
No clear world at the air.
That might be ocular in the
ears of every being.