THE LOWERING HIGHTS!

THE LOWERING HIGHTS!

 

My preference is not allowed to be mine:

Being mediated by multiple minds,

But I cannot utter a word about,

What they choose and refuse.

You may wonder how I go about it,

You see, courteously I permit them to have,

Fulfilled all the visual wishes,

I don’t and can’t say no,

When they passionately live and die for it,

But why they aren’t what I am?

Stay gently away from my auditory amenities?

Can’t they restrain from being nosy and bossy?

 

Stop chasing me with your inhuman gaze:

Don’t let it follow me behind and beyond,

To submerge me inside the constrained water,

Filled up within eye-measured meter,

Where neither I can swim nor get drowned,

I cannot do either as they have been defined by you.

Aha! With sight, you put-on double role,

You become a master and behave like a monster,

Both are there to impose restrictions and conditions,

I cannot imitate you in all disciplines,

But your disciplines determine my fate and state,

At your visual production I experience an absolute reduction!

 

My legs get guided by your lips:

Path is mine but directions are set to come from your designs,

You have gorgeously floored for my laborious feet

My hands go guilty as you have touched and treated them in plenty,

With your printed pages I am graded to be an intellect,

To glorify your brightness, my darkness is amplified,

I do work but my pay acts upon your trick,

At my humiliating ask, you wear a protective masque,

At my wounding fumble, rests your transportive symbol,

Upon my loss, you have erected decorative mass,

My life disappears in request, but you have scaled a witnessing Everest,

To have an equal implement, sight-governed giving shouldn’t be a marvelous complement!

 

Dr. U. Mahendran.