'-Blindfold Poem by Muskan mm

Different shades of comforts might blindfold, unreceptive and desensitize for a journey, fun.
Hit, sit or ignore for you are masked.
Cheering voices, directing ways, distracting ways,
There and here, in every way
Push or pull for you to run,
Walk astray ignoring unknown, running risk, daring,
Or follow herd believing, in good faith and hopes.
Win and celebrate, hit a homerun!
But silly, fall gradually will hit rock bottom raising blindfold,
for giving light, that might be too bright for your infirm delight.
To make you see, those victories - mere a happenstance.
The fun - a denial, an escape.
Popping up all bubbles of delusions, bringing down to knees,
Tears will either clear away dust from eyes or leave you dazzled and then colour blind.
In spur of moments, extremes will tilt upside down..
As nothing gold stays forever..
See or choose not to see, either way, will not and never the reality change.
So, respect existence or expect resistance
In order to sustain..