Treasure Island

ritwika raha

(07/07/89 / india)

The Blind


Deep behind the curtain thick
Lies a darkened room
Dwells an innocuous silence there,
In that speechless womb
Even the finest streak never invades
In that melancholy dank space
The muted vision wails aloud
To grasp the rampant race
Held in the shackles of blindness dark
Silent agony weeps aloud
But blindness dear mocks the tears,
And the sighted sightless crowd

Swarming fleas over grotesque cadavers
Mounting flames and spilling blood
Unceasing endeavors to fragment the face
By the odious envy's flood
What if we are sighted,
What if we are blind
All hearts little cowards,
Which nestles cowardly behind,
It sulks and waits for the others to rise
And the hours do nimbly decline
More fire and swifter the pervading awe
Still no swords, just fruitless babble and words malign…

Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The poem describes about a blind eye which cannot see the light of the sky but it does not grieve for being blind because it feels that that it is not disparate from the eye which does see the light of the world....

Comments about this poem (The Blind by ritwika raha )

Enter the verification code :

  • Manish Bilung (7/19/2012 7:22:00 AM)

    was searching for motivation to write my own poems... good job there.. hope i could post my original poems soon like your...gl (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »
[Hata Bildir]