OcularA Poem by Chandradhish GhoshThe clouds stopped crying and moved aside Unleashing the sun, He blazed on unperturbed by the sudden loss The moon felt amazed the sun didn’t even care He looked at her pallid face with scorn She conceded and bore his heat without complaining And suddenly she was no more. The two eyes kept wandering, From the sun and to the moon, to clouds… It moved on… And now to those ubiquitous, small things which come falling down The hands came to the aid. ‘I can’t catch them, they are too small,’ The frown made its remark ‘How small!’ The eyes moved aside and fixed on the wall ‘They aren’t here anymore’ Bewilderment pushed aside despair Back to the window now, ‘They are falling here!’ Bewilderment egged more… But no one answered. The glass…ah the water now…no ‘What are those colours? One, two, three, four five six, seven…eight? Eight colurs? Why? Eight, alright? No seven! No I can’t quite count…they merge… Glass gives out colours? Wow! What is that creature walking slowly...oh an ant! What’s the ant doing here now? Look at it’s tip…black, orange body…funny! I wonder where it is going... They moved again…the bewildered, The pup sat cuddled on the sand...basking! Its eyes were closed…what’s beside that? Hay! What is that man doing with that wood? That wood is funny…the man held it underneath his arms ‘Oh he can’t walk!’ But he is walking...although slowly Not the way I walk...oh that tapering piece of wood is helping... Can this man run with that wood? The eyes closed and the head turned around Sound of wood again…the eyes opened, The door opened…Mummy! Frown swayed, bewilderment followed and vanished The mind sought comfort of known hands The eyes closed down…yet they saw!
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