It Is Fine. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I am blind in respect of the surroundings
In respect of the sad news and events
The atrocities, that commit by hooligans
I know my safety concern makes me blind
To think I am not seeing those things
And shrink myself in my little cocoon
As a worm hiding in its own safety shell
I am deaf in respect of the happenings
Not seems to be hearing the things they say
I know it is the fine safety ankle to live
But one day I am convinced these only fails
And standing with strong message is fine.