I Swear Blind Of My Spine. Poem by Neeraj Mishra

If there is any difference in between me and my spine.
Than my eyes are unable to describe that difference.
Now I have been turned like my spine.
I swear blind of my spine.
In childhood,
Until the wings of my evenings have not been cut by my needs.
My mother puts her eyes on the top of my spine.
So I could see the marks of my injured spine.
Which was a result of playing Kabaddi.
But even since I learned to wear the clothes...
Become addicted to see the world through my eyes...
And ever since I believed on a lie that I have become mature...
Than I found that on moving in the opposite direction of my spine.
The voices which called me behind the back.
That was a sign of something string out in life.
I am an innocent superstitious man.
Who believes everything, which his eyes saw.
Now I always try to move my neck behind my spine.
May be some voices have been left behind.
May be some voices make me unsuccessful to become like my spine.
The examples which I watch regarding spine..
I don't want to fall in with the commas of that examples.
I swear blind of my spine.