Poet : B Hariharan

Have you ever wondered how I see you?

How to see and what to see, that is the question:

I have no guile in my thoughts, words, or how I see.

Come, learn to look from my perspective.

You deck me, climb on my back with the deity

While another stands behind with other paraphernalia.

You behold me and say it is a majestic view;

I can see it in your eyes. You recognize

In it elevation, then your elation.

But what have you seen of me?

My tusk and trunk? My skin?

And you say I am thick skinned. Pachyderm.

I can see how you see me from what you have made of me.

You make me into a presence. Present.

And I search your eyes in vain.

I am absent in your eyes.

Tell me, are you looking at me?

Do you know how to look into my eyes?

Come, see how you look at yourself through my eyes.

I would like to see myself through your eyes.

I think we should fill each other in our seeing; with our eyes.