Blind World Poem by Prachi Agrawal

The beautiful truth of this poem makes us humans sound as awful as we truly are. The author implies that we have lost our perspective and only focus on ourselves. We have lost what we could have accomplished and our low character is worst than animals. Animals can be excused; they do not know the truth, we know it and don't use it and that is far worse. The author says that humanity is still confined in a few hearts and it makes the reader ponder whether their heart is among the living or the dead. This poem could be more inspiring if it gave us a emery to this situation or if it had darker imagery that made us give in to despair. Good poem overall; not a great rhyme scheme but decent. I admire it because it says what the author thinks without any remorse.

We listen with deaf ears... or in other words, we don't really listen. Well done, and congratulations for having this poem selected as poem of the day on January 9 for three consecutive years now!

I'm impressed with this poem. This idea, or the general feeling that I think Prachi is attempting to portray is that humans view ourselves as sanctimonious while assuming others are somehow lesser. Earlier this week several people were killed in a French magazine company by men who were offended over how that magazine portrayed their religion and their prophets or creator. That was certainly not an act of love, which their faith truly espouses. Enterng the debate blindly - as Prachi suggests - we see only the terrorists as evil. But at the same time would a loving person disparage his neighbor with insults as the cartoonists did? I'm not saying the artists at that magazine are to blame, but if they had not done that then would this have happened? The cure in my opinion is respect. We can think of ourselves as spry and funny, intelligent and trendy, or that our belief in religion makes us better than those who have different faiths, but the bottom line is we do not have the right to disrespect others. Certainly not by killing them. But also by not being offensive to them. Faith, and love, is something very intimate shared between each of us and our eternal creator. Religion is run by devils. The cure is to spend more time nurturing the former and more time carefully scrutinizing the latter.

Feeding Tube If when you’re awake you are sleeping I suggest the food, you stop eating If you’re reading clap-trap TV-viewing pure crap From a putrid breast you are feeding

hi, dr Prachi, i sow that ur age is very small, but ur lirycs are the best wich i see...and i meen with that at ur message from u poem.u put all the world mistakes in those lirycs..and from my syde, is very good rited and composed, in every way.I m not the best poet or critic, but this is my opinion.now..i wish that u ride my poems too and tell me ur opinion about them, many of them are love poems.i have much more of them to rite....on a book at home.bye.

Very nicely and aptly envisioned about humanity. Excellent collocation. A meaningful poem. Thanks as lot.

Very true. Loved it.

A very timely and appropriate poem. Quite intuitive too. It deserves to become the poem of he day. Congratulations!

Humanity has lost contact with one another. It is most of the time mine, I or me and not we, us or ours. Time to come together in harmony. Good write.

Humanity has lost contact with one another. It is most of the time mine, I or me and not we, us or ours. Time to come together in harmony. Good write.