“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?