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Seeing Blind

Splashes of rain
Kiss my pane
Beneath the thunder
As a scared pup hides under
The metal bridge shakes with fright
My vision blurring in the darkness of night
I catch a red light
As lightening crackles
The puddles record people's plight
From natures glorious shackle
A poor lad plays with mud
Amidst the affluent's tears whose shoes turns turd;

 The glass soon turns dark and dark
As I glance at the wet lush life
The image of the morning park
Now glows past the busy drive
As i set back and relax
And lose myself in the gleeful moment
The sun now heats it to its max
As I feel the warmth with exponent.

 Such a sweet bird sings merrily
And the petunias swinging
The twigs now clap happily
The breeze in a tune mingling
I spend my days leaning over my window
Feeling the sun,the wind and the rain
Like a happy soul in a meadow
Hearing the distant roar of the train
And doze off with the image of shining
Of stars like diamonds in the sky.










One day she wakes me
Offers me my new glasses
A machine buzzes like that of a bee
With God finally gifting my precious passes
I hastily gaze towards by beloved window to see
My reflection fading behind the smoke
Tall stones now covering the tree
The wind coughing from the black coke
The huge pipes now poking
From the once lush green garden
Pedestrians choking
From the pollution burden.

 Today my tears run dry
Just like poor streets cry
Could've been better if they never treated me
And leave the smokescreen in disguise
Blinded by faith ,unable to see
I could perceive way prettier than can my eyes!
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