That Man

I am sure, I am correct
for I saw it through my own brown eyes
How can I be wrong?
for I pinched myself with no effect.

That black sleeved shirt
with creamy jeans folded at the ends
Drugs in one pocket and money in another
That man was definitely from the earth.

Ah! I remember, that crisply combed hair
that pointed nose on top of a fair face
That blade like face with a flicker under the nose
filled with energy, they stare into you,
those brown eyes.

I see him every day
gazing into each other's souls
that charm, that grace, that confidence
All I know is that
I see him through a mirror.

About the author


Yerram Varun

He is a STEM undergrad and a passionate learner. When he is not playing with electricity, you can find him playing with words. He loves dark and meaningful poems with a touch of humor.


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