Sonnet to The Eyelid...

It waited hidden while its friend sees the world,
dancing, flickering, turning here and thence...

It waits folded, alone,
invisible to else,
while its friend shows off,
the beautiful self...

It shields its friend from harsh biting light,
it shields its friend from the dirt and smite...

It helps its friend cope with the chilly winds,
it nests its friend and
becomes a blanket when it sleeps...

To the eye which sees the world,
it is but the ugly eyelid,
ever present but never seen...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju