Blind

He was born into a world without sight,

Penetrating into the haziness of our society,

With nothing,

Like a bird flying up high without wings,

Flying towards an uncertain destiny,

Without knowledge and assurance,

Without a safety net,

Without a proper guidance,

He was like the flying Avocet,

Only that it is blind.

 

He sees nothing but darkness,

Struggle day to day with embedded confusion,

Walking around town, ignored; lifeless,

Arms mingling with his spouse,

Like a stick he glued to her,

A stick that resembles a candy cane,

Stripes of red and white held onto him,

They were both so in love.

 

She was there for him always,

Someone he can lean on night and day,

To him,

Nights will always be moonless and starless,

Days will always be invisible and superior,

He was confused, distracted and fractious,

As if a piece of black paper was held close to his face,

All he sees is nothing, and all he feels is she,

Like this it was forever to be.

 

In his palms, she caress his every senses,

Build up a map of clarity in his psyche,

His eyes; white, as if he was asleep with it open,

As if he was possessed by a demon,

Times like these she was there,

In her red and white striped dress,

She was always his best,

Always been his nest,

She is to him a golden crest,

Leading him, pulling his hands,

Into a universe where he sees everything.

 

With she, he sees everything,

With she, he will see a pendulum,

Behind his circle-shaped sunglasses,

His white eyes will be his hands,

His cornea will be heard,

The world will see him shine,

With she, he will see the world,

With she, he’s no longer blind,

She, his red-white walking cane.