“Twins” by Adreyo Sen


She never knew

I was a convict

because she never saw

the scars in my eyes.


So why did I think

she was blind?


After all,

she was always running across

the glass on the ply.


She never had to open her eyes.


The glass was never there at all,

I find.


Or may be it was the scars

I left behind?


May be it was a plane I flew too close

to her face,

or maybe,

it was mine?