With my new glasses I felt I had new eyes
I stopped to read signboards on the way
As enthused as would be a newly literate
The old letters seemed freshly painted
Though the odd word was spelt wrong
Even mistakes did not look out of place
All women were beautiful with ear-rings
As huge as wall hangings or festoons
Their hair bands matching their clothes
The messages on the backs of autos
Highlighting the virtue of work or faith
Were as legible as their number plates
If the vision continued to be as good as this
Jiddu's observation without thought
Could be as easy as breathing in and out
Or seeing no evil when the eyes don't doubt.
