When I borrowed your glasses to see,
I found it hard to contemplate if that was at all me.
The lesions were unparalleled, uncluttered,
The I, that I had known,
distanced itself from that very zone.
I thought hard and I thought long,
Was I right in borrowing your glasses to view my own lived life song?!
Parts of it weren’t how I had perceived the me,
Different in sensibilities and far away from my breathing reality,
I wish I could have shared my shoes with you, instead
Our walks could then have had a meaningful descent,
If I borrowed your glasses after the walk,
Perhaps, your perception of me wouldn’t be worth a talk.