By
Iwuese Lucy Ahua
You say you see in shades of grey
For that my friend the blind doth pray
Thanking heavens for Louis Braile
For atleast providing a subtle trail
You feast your eyes on signs and symbols
But for them it’s not that simple
You walk around all sound and nimble
Yet to these beings you dare not niggle
One thing though you fail to see
They boast to discern so vividly
Painting pictures with their hearts’ eye
You fail to see as you pass by
Yet you call these fellows blind
When a world you do not see rules their mind
They maybe blind but not deaf my friend
Chew a handful of hyssop so their ears you do not offend
Night has come and you say your prayer
A time for your blindness;you shake,you quiver
Looking around till the arms of sleep come
To save you from where fear has made you numb
With nothing but sound to guide his path
He listens as night draws fast
With a smile on his bed he doth lay
Waiting for dreams to cleanse his pretty dark days
bryanchima's Blog 