Treasure Island

Dr.Rajendra Tela,Nirantar


The curse and blessing of blindness


Blindness
Is not only curse
But blessing
In disguise too
If one misses
Seeing
Beautiful faces
Wonders of nature
Sky touching
Mountains
Flowing rivers
Blooming flowers
Colorful birds
Innocent children
One does not
Have to see
Hungry children
Sick old people
Gruesome murders
Heart
Breaking accidents
Disfigured faces
Hate and jealousy
Black hearts
Impure minds
Dr.Rajendra Tela, Nirantar

Submitted: Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Edited: Thursday, February 27, 2014

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Blindness, curse, blessing

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (3/2/2014 8:13:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem with great message. Though Blindness is curse but it is blessings also. You have penned it very well. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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