It was a semipermeable membrane of curved plastic, <br />Softened to usable proportions, <br />Suspended in a pool of viscid tear film, <br />Enhancing complete visual fitness, <br />Enriched with optical charisma, <br />Tailored to a host of curvatures, <br />Sewn with fibers of crystal gelatin, <br />Blended with a spectrum of colors, <br />A maze of wild; sedate; tulip; ravishing designs, <br />A plastic strip of delightful fashion, <br />Extinguishing tales of darkened sorrow, <br />Months and years of faulty vision, <br />Nerve wrecking tales of groping about in haze, <br />Impeachable agony of mistaking identities, <br />Unending oppression of being mutilated, <br />A lustrous jewel adorning the eye, <br />An invincible palace of dreams, <br />Dethroning flashes of black forever, <br />A tribute to the visual faculty, <br />My salutations to what a novice knows about, <br />The scientific way of annihilating visual devastation, <br />An indispensable product for meaningful existence, <br />Clinging tightly to the eyeball, <br />Christened in common parlance as an ultratight and satiny soft " Contact Lens"<br /><br />Nikhil Parekh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-contact-lens/
