“ Seeing ” ~ what you get ~

What you see

Is what you get,

If memory held

Be yours as yet,

Hence till you see

Be not the same,

After time shades

A memory’s claim,

And what now seen

Be but a thought,

That too soon fades

To near forgot,

Thus seeks reprieve

From sight in shame

While you suffer grieve!

“ Face To Face ” ~ in a crimson place ~

The face

You claim,

Burns now

Palpably lame,

In a scarlet state

Finds suffer blame,

With skin ablaze

Head bows in shame,

Thus so observed

Begs fool indifferent,

Holds look aflame

From face to face

In sun’s day feed,

Be a crimson place

That wants destroy,

Yet gives of life

Save when exceeds,

Man chooses fail to heed!

                                         ode to an era’s ignorance