Blind Man’s Eyes Poem by Naveed Akram

My catch for the year is a blind man,
Who causes the trees to have leaves
And makes pardon for the coming of the year,
Like a forgiver or liker of the winds,
Breezes occur once and for all.
This fish is with me when he stares
At the galaxy for the time is ripe.
Time accuses us in ways known to mine,
But the blind man blames the white hair
As of a spirit to judge and abstain.
My causes are different and I live among trees
That flutter everyday like the eyelashes of his.
These eyes are blind where I see them,
And I hear them keep a vision of his own.
My years are numbered,
And his visor has consideration
For his eyes,
Ears will repeat after me.