With Your Spectacles Poem by Gajanan Mishra

With your spectacles you can see me,
But if you are a jaundice patient,
what shall I do? I am not the doctor
to make your vision clear, my dear.

With your hands you can hold anything,
But if you do not want to raise your hands
what shall I do? I am not the commander-in-chief
To force you by giving punishment here.

My happiness is in my hands that I know very well
But I am not utilizing fully my freedom due to my
habit to obey the orders of outsider.
And it is in this way I am dependent fully though
I have got independence and it is disgrace
I know very well and I am helpless in me.