My Eyes

My eyes

The vision of both, actually is the single vision,

The illusion for the left, is the delusion for the another,

The images thus formed, is the conclusion of one-another,

Right by left, or the left by right,

It's same to same,side by side.

My eyes

They recognize when they cognate,

They are different, yet the same,

They dance together, but maintaining a distance,

They cheer, and they speak,

They applaud, but they are a freak.

My eyes

They want to speak, but are speechless,

They want the selective vision,but are limitless,

They want to decide, but they dither,

They want to explore the world, as it's bigger.