He sees no moon
no stars aglow
no eagles in the sky
his blindness is real
and his life stands still
sometimes he wonders why.
But once, he was free
when his eyes could see
beautiful damsels float by
life was fulfilled
every flower revealed;
he could see the sweet butterfly.
How sorrowful is he
now he cannot see...
he cries a river of his own
for 'she should have known'
why did she go
leaving a blind man all alone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem