Open Your Eyes and it’s here

“Oh! My textbook, where is it? “

Troubled, she paced around

“Where could it have gone?

In thy hand was it a second ago.”

 

Her room, we made upside down

In the cupboard of dolls and novels

Attacked we with our gleaming spears

But our vigorous toil of no avail

 

Under the bed, we became cats

Scaring the peaceful town of rats

Sweeping through and pushing the boxes

But our vigorous toil of no avail

 

Shirts and skirts flew left and right

As we, the archaeologists dug the site

Lost in search of the lost scripture

But our vigorous toil of no avail

 

Adorable art pieces displaced from the walls

Our antique family photo having a great fall

As we searched for the hidden diamond

But our vigorous toil of no avail

 

Thought we, that the culprit was caught

To find a few stolen books resting there

Our hopes in the sky, we searched around

But our vigorous toil of no avail

 

Exhausted I cast a last searching glance

Spotted I in the corner of my eye

A history textbook with Meera’s name on it

Startling me out of my wits

 

“You are holding the book

It is here, though not seen by us”

Not just her and me but many like this

Are blind though possessing eyes.

 

19 thoughts on “Open Your Eyes and it’s here”

  2. Very interesting Sahana! Very relatable too…. it’s something that every one of us must have experienced! 😊👍
    Superb one… keep it up!! Best wishes …

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  14. Beautiful! You are a story teller. Your lines made me search too 🙂 Keep searching….more leads coming your way, to pen down more.

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