What the deafs cant hear
Operations could cure
when the beauty of life
Blinds of heart dont see
it is a Flavian Tragedy
Every beauty of vibration
life is abundant with
the silent visions alone
could comprehend
to understand
the nuances
and delicacies
we fall upon trances
of imaginations
and empty our egoes
and surrender to God's sublimity
Tragically,
Born Blinds
eyes could be transplanted
but gene Blinds
with no hearts Width of vision
Gods fear to near.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem