The End of the Road

There was a time

When I needed no spectacles

I had my sight with me.

I used to wear plain glasses

To save my eyes from small insects

While driving my age old scooter,

A wedding gift from my mother-in-law.

But my trendy wife gifted me with

One with photo-chromatic lenses.

This too saved my eyes from

The insects in a festival season.

There came a time

When I could not recognise Dr Das from a distance

And I was taken to a doctor

Who advised to use spectacles of some power.

Dr Das gifted me with a pair.

Now I could recognise him clearly from a distance.

Then, my grandson noticed

My failure to make a difference between

A “pen” and a “pan” in his notebook.

He got scared. He thought

I was going Milton’s way by over-reading;

And he will have to take dictations from me.

My pair of spectacles was again changed.

Now I have six pairs of spectacles.

I have to choose one to suit to the occasion;

The world has lost its original colour.

One’s reality becomes another man’s burden

If one loses one’s eyesight.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand and I agree with your words and thoughts.
"The world has lost its original colour.
One’s reality becomes another man’s burden
If one loses one’s eyesight."
I have the same fear. Eyesight is failing. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Susheel Sharma]

Thank you very much

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[iamshadowine]

this is good, really really good! keep writing :D

[Susheel Sharma]

Thank you very much