He Died Poem by Jacson Gelato

He died.........................
without leaving memories to recollect
without giving hopes their home
without singing songs that were captivating
without riding horses which were wild
without taming dogs that were voracious
without dancing the tangos after nightfall
without watching the sunset upon the ocean
without going to the pubs that also sold girls
without even seeing the woman who kissed his lips;
he died.................
without looking at a newspaper or even a book leaf
without going to school or even to a playground;
he was not a priest, he was eighty years of age
he died and no one thought he died
he had never ever opened his eyes
not even once in his entire life-time
he was born blind,
he saw thro' darkness
his own inner faith was so intense
he never sought pity or love;
the winters, the summers feared him
he was like an electric pole
that was not lighting
but standing there strong
whether rain or shine;
pain or joy was a particle to him
he had survived thro' the storm of darkness
all along....till he died.