Tuesday, February 5, 2008

EyeS

Eyes of a blind man
blinded by fate, feels the air,
envelopes of air, every bit of it
and not very strange is the feeling of it
senses more warmth than others do.
sees more things than others do.
choosing and picking of what to see,
when even heresy is a pick to take.
lampooning on what life can do,
when light fails to forment
the ones those pretend to see it all.
abhoring it all,nothing to lament
hand in hand they walk tall.
not alone, and still more to find
narcissius there in them somewhere
feeling no need to change their mind
strangest of all reasons to find
World is more beautiful
from eyes of a blind

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