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The Powerless Eye



She opened her eyes,

Slowly, hopefully

And smiled-

For the long term of darkness,

At length concluded.



Amused to see those she’d met,

After fate cast her dark shadow

On her multihued vibrant life:

The looks unexpected,

The faces so perplexing-

That confident lady was not pretty,

Her good colleague,

Not really good-looking!

But then God had played,

Games with them, too.



Her colorful history passed by her,

In a slow engulfing haze,

So that she now saw,

All those beautiful things-

With new eyes, new vision

And a new point of view.



The trends had faded away,

The combinations did not matter now;

And she instantly realized,

Now that she had gained her sight,

That she had actually gained her sight,

When she had lost it.