The Four Dimensional eyes
Oh, the wrinkled face makes me sad
When I look my reflection into you.
I know you are always true
And never change the reflection
But swallow it as it is
And present it to a person.
Never mistaken and not giving false image
Impartial, without love or hate to any one.
Some ugly people may accuse you
Of being cruel and untruthful
As you don’t glorify anything.
To me you are God’s eye
Always truthful and impartial
With four dimensions.
June 21, 2014
Form Free Verse (A Repost)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest No.10 by Linda
*I dedicate this poem to Sylvia Plath on reading her life and works.