Meenas PoemsBelieve not your eyes
they would mislead you.
believe not your ears
they would lead you astray
believe not your intuitions
they would fail you
believe yourself wholly
that would take you to heights
eyes, ears, and intuitions
would strike a blow
do they not belong to you?
I am dumbfounded.
The eyes glow
the nose blows
the eyes shed tears
that be in the form of water
the nose leaks
that be in the mode of water
the eyes flutter in a speed
the nose sneezes with a velocity
both keep on their schedule
the eyes catch a glimpse
the nose smells an aroma
the eyes have sights long and short
the nose gets loaded with cold
there be a motion altogether
the sensory organs nose and eyes together
boss over the rest with an authority
the tongue, ears and skin follow meekly behind
while the brain watches the five with glee
as all look up to its instructions with a plea.
A man tried to cross the road all carefully.
Counting each step he took attentively.
Tapping his way with a white long stick.
Expressing cheer without a slightest tick.
Another man followed him with ease.
With eyes focused elsewhere emitting a tease.
Waving an expensive mobile phone proudly.
Guffawing with impertinence rather hoarsely.
The first man passed through sensibly.
With ears wide open to sound totally.
With mind alert to the hubbub deliberately.
Walked ahead unscathed heroically.
The second one got caught in the milieu.
With ears stuck to the mobile with all due.
Absolutely engrossed in the talk all through.
Slipped into a tumble with a big hue.
The first one had eyes bare.
Saw only dark nothing rare.
Distinguished every sound to detail.
Took unhurried steps which carried him without fail.
The eyes of the second were bright.
Saw nothing beside the light.
Oblivious to sound on the right.
He was overthrown by a speeding car -a gory sight.
It is not the apparent loss that affects.
It is the real attention that diverts.
The challenged gets ahead.
The fit loses his head.
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