What is it that a blind man sees
that I do not see
or sensed that I do not sense.
When the world is perturb
and everyone is confused
the blind man is undisturbed.
What is it that he could grasp
but I can not accept
life’s reality that we all face.
The doctrine of life trying to ignore
cowering from the harsh conformity of facts
not the blind man’s concern at all.
What is it in his heart
that I do not possess
the courage to journey in the dark.
Braving the world of darkness
relying on a piece of stick
and there’s a feeling of contentment.
I see the color blue, brown and green
he only glimpse at the color black
his world is more colorful than what I have.
(10/15/2010, Manila)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem