The perspectives that we have
Are the perception of the past
Makes us see in alterations
Various things in situations
Might be a beauty for me
May be disgusting if you see
All the frequencies we receive
Have difference for you and me
Like a lunette that one wears
Seems everything different here and there
The color changes based on spectacles
The view bounds instant in shackles
Everything seems to be the same
As the color of the skin
So are we the creatures of our past
It created us and will last
Until then one decides
Unshackle himself and be wise
Not at ease can be done
Choosing what to be run
Choice is the hardest of all
Even wise can go wrong
No one knows the inherence
We decide on appearance
It needs eye not our eye
The inner realm is hide
After patience and resistance
Can one achieve the sight
Basam Murtaza Tahoor
10th June 2019
Author: Basam Murtaza Tahoor
Basam Murtaza Tahoor is an English Writer. He has written many short stories, articles, and poems.
