Disturbed Poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
Disturbed
He was wearing
Sunglasses, those
Reflecting like mirrors
Eyes hidden inside
All I could see
Was double of myself
I had no idea
What was on his mind
He could read me
Like a poster on the wall
I felt a wee bit
Disturbed.
An interesting piece. I also have always felt uncomfortable when not being able to see the eyes of others. A nice write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 5:23:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This would disturb me also. For it is so valuable to talk to some ones eyes.