Jasbir Chatterjee

Gold Star - 10,521 Points (4 March 1966 / Delhi)

The Third Eye - Poem by Jasbir Chatterjee

Do you know?
A camera can be one’s third eye...
It notices things we don’t see with our own eyes.

Recently, I happened to pass by
A Palash tree, slim, leafless, tall,
With red, passionate flowers on each branch,
Like flowers in a beautiful woman’s hair,
Standing gracefully under a benevolent, smiling sun,
Flirting with the naughty, playful breeze.
I was fascinated and clicked a picture...

Excitedly, I looked closely at the photograph.
Yes, it was the same Palash tree, slim, leafless, tall,
With red, passionate flowers on each branch,
Like flowers in a beautiful woman’s hair,
Standing gracefully under a benevolent, smiling sun,
Flirting with the naughty, playful breeze.
But it showed one more thing I had not seen with my own eyes...

A nest of small twigs
Wedged precariously between intertwining branches,
A desperate, overworked, mother bird feeding her little babies...

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Prose Poem


Comments about The Third Eye by Jasbir Chatterjee

  • Chinedu Dike (2/9/2017 7:36:00 PM)


    A heartwarming poem nicely penned with conviction. Beautiful indeed. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (6/14/2015 9:35:00 PM)


    Of course, a camera is the third eye which can catch a micro picture. Very nicely envisioned and presented. Great flow. I like this poem very much. Many many thanks dear Jasbir, keep the ball rolling. (Report) Reply

  • Jeannette Heywood (4/8/2015 4:31:00 AM)


    Beautiful. Made me smile. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (4/4/2015 1:46:00 AM)


    I enjoyed your poem, Jasbir. Thank you for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 4, 2015



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