I stood in front of a little wooden box
Mellow at first touch,
And coarse by the next
Curious, I slid open its crest.
It had two pairs of glasses
One rimmed with a golden frame
The other all rotten and rust
I decided, that try them I must.
Tag: hate
The Perfect Vision
What’s Your Attitude?
When the whole world seems
To indulge in “certain” immoral acts,
When your options are but restricted
To, the much biased, right and wrong,
What will you chose – a safe mistake or an unsafe truth?
Love to Hate
So what is everlasting?
Love or Hate…
I just pondered over this
And came up with the obvious…
Neither is!
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