A Dark Rendezvous (A Poem)

There are times when I see the world
Through a pair of lens
Resting on my nose
With an anti-glare coat meshed somewhere inside them.

There are times when I see the world and feel
How? How to say this is so not me?
I blink, blink and blink.
I squeeze my eyes,
Clean the lenses and realize
That the frame is same
That this is all nothing but a game,
Where I don't know who I am because each day I get to know something new about myself.

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