Invisible! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by lalitha iyer

Blind am I
blinder are thou
blindly believing
in the world existing
in between fingers
flows the water of winter
frozen into icy mists
in between day and night
the evening brief speaks with might
it seduces every mind
into secrets spared by day to night
the airy screens before your eyes
have many images sketched in years
they appear and disappear
as frequently as the tears
that dropp from the dying prayers
I can see nothing
so there is nothing
said the child of the blind
but the blind told the child
that in life
the things that matter
are not scattered
in the diaries of the dollars
but in the wilds
at the nights
in the atoms
inside their innermost forms
by hands unseen
writings teem
images beam
and sages stream
the world of real truths
mushroom to delight
the innocent devotees
to wish the sight
of the delight
of reality
hidden in scripts of deity.