The Eyes of Paranthama

Dr. Eckleberg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A pair of shades, is sometimes more than gems,

With light that shines through, senses, beams,

That sees here and there and perceives the self,

Forms thoughts, before and after, transforms.

Weighs, measures each with light soft calipers,

Divides in genders, lets it flow over the fingers,

Watches the self conscious as it reaches to touch.

The light reaches the orchid farm and founds anew

The art of the species rises to oblige, the, I knew,

Rises higher than most sometimes, to the most high,

When even the Pamirs appear like an unlit skyline.

Gave the Lord from before the privilege of view,

The design it thought it did, with, I did it!I did it!

To Ata, the maiden neither old nor new, coincidences,

Like magic or facts, when something happens or not,

The athlete she is, that first caught the eyes of him,

Love you say? Hmmm, I wonder what the essay says,

They both do their thing, as far as I know..... is all.

To be read as a continuance to ' La Pieta of Jove.'