Blind Tribeman Poem by Sabareesh.P.A Raja

In a corner of the world,
Where wolves always howled.
There lived a barbaric tribe,
Which never heard of bribe.

It hunted with aggressive pride,
All that they found on their side.
They wore ornaments of bones,
And held weapons of stones.

The tribesmen spoke using their fingers,
And sniffed along, to spot strangers.
But one man stood forever in dark,
And all that he had was a heart.

He guided the hunters in night,
And taught the children to fight.
His mimics attracted the prey,
So the tribesmen gave him a pray.

He picked even the slightest vibration,
And led the fellow hunters in tradition.
Stood in front as a brave wise man,
Portraying as a simple blind tribesman.