An Eye

Cold and evening walk,

Is Silent walk for me,

And people there were talking of the mind,

Where I put my eye to see.

But seeing faces seems moving noises,

Damned by hopeful fallacy,

When that faces closes the horizontal steep:

It clings my mind’s fantasy.

Blessed can be those; don’t have

An Eye – like me.

Vasanth

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