The eyes to see the wrong

By Subrata Mukherjee

In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi

Whose wrong is this?

You are eligible but able to see

The wrong, writ large on everyone’s face

With a question, ‘whose wrong is this?’

‘I can’t do any wrong’, says the air in prison

I am not a headless but for the reason

I don’t know why?

It may be for the eyes;

Where the wrongs are all in vives,

Clear and open to see!

J