Irony

by Venkat

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eyes made to see
itch ever to glimpse
yet can I see?

ears made to listen
prick up to tune
yet can I hear?

a skin to touch
thrilled to hold
yet can I feel?

irony of being so human
living under a sky seeming bright
a dark moon lit from elsewhere

as I row my boat in this dark
I see more with eyes closed
hear sounds unknown to ears
edges of velvet felt from afar

image: khemchandjain.com

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2 Comments to “Irony”

  1. Yes, sometimes the physical senses are interruptions to the spiritual ones . . . Good thoughts!

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