I Sight...

I Sight...

What does it feel to not see the golden sun,

Its rays piercing through every silver cloud,

Missing spectacles like rivers and lakes which effortlessly run,

Or the levels to which trees could grow, if allowed.

How would it be to not see the deer's love for its fawn,

The sight of a calf quenching its thirst,

To be unable to see black nights and enlightening dawns,

To not see the race, droplets of rainwater take, to reach the earth first!

To be blind to the sights of birds flying freely in the blue sky,

To miss a seedling's struggle to ascend upwards in the air,

To not see colours in full bloom in the Spring, oh my!

To not possess the gift of sight to see Nature's angry glare.

To not fathom the whiteness of milk & the blackness of ink,

To not comprehend myriad and vivid hues,

To simply contrive images in the mind, scenes simply to think,

To subject everything to imagination, just letting the mind loose.

For black is the only colour, warping and veiling life,

Always being in the shadows, always seeking a helping eye,

To only feel, never to see, every moment dipped in strife,

Life becomes a painting in the monotone, a seemingless lie.

Yet, fortunate are those who are blind, in a way,

To be impervious of the scenes of crime,

Of blood and bone, torn apart by violence, as they lay,

Of faces forgotten and obliterated by time.

Of Nature's fury unleashed by wave or in the air,

Of those buried by the shaken earth, alike,

Of those perished due to Nature's angry flares,

Of those who passed into the void because of stone and pike.

Fortunate indeed are they, who do not see the grey vicious shades in man,

To be blind to meaningless, virtuousless debauchery,

To not witness ruthless atrocities as they can

Change the very meaning of humanity, such treachery.

So those with sight, remain grounded and human,

And always extend your helping hands,

For sight is one of God's greatest gifts to man,

So help others by all means, whenever you can!

The sightless will always find someone willing to aid,

A helping hand, a seeing eye or a patient ear,

For then, the journey of life will be easier to tread,

Then, easily can they traverse, year after year!

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Aravind K.

23.09.2010