Pupil

This enclosed dim space
Treasures a sparkling memoir
Pupillary in a moral instruction class
Seated with my bloody friend
To learn, to follow all the morals
Preached my teacher's morale

By changing colours pupils change
Cause in some is social trachoma
Society's lacking acuity
But with me
Myopically my bloody friend
Made me cataracted to become
Glaucomatous to drench in sweet memories

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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