Filthy Eyes

Hem Bishwakarma

Why should you wipe off?

The spectacles frequently

Gripping between the fingers

The eyes are filthy, indeed!

The amity and humanity

So has been the perception

Rusted as frequently rubbed

With a filthy piece of cloth

Rather, watch through

The eyes of ethics

From a high knoll of postmodernism

Then inspect—

For what reason

People rise and fall

Laugh and weep

Rather, climb up

A tall green tree of liberty

And bawl at the diasporic birds

Then ask

How often the nests were knitted and collapsed

Rather, take a handful of air

And fetch it near to ears

Then, listen to

The common language of human

The most melodious tune!

Rather, rinse the eyes of philosophy

Gripping between the fingers of humanity

Wipe off not the spectacles

Gripping between the filthy fingers

The eyes are filthy, indeed!