Through the lenses I saw
A white clad mountain
And a lonely yak.
The lenses showed me
A grazing cow
And a bird on its horn.
The lenses let me see
A string free kite
Floating in the wind.
Without the lenses I see
The lotus pond
And the boy fishing.
Raveendran N.V.
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