If you scratch out our eyes does that make us sightless?
Or is it you who are without sight? Somewhere in between
separated by hatred. A vile distortion of something once beautiful, an attempt to erase
the captured years.
Somewhere in between where sight is unseen heart songs cry out like dirges
droning on in darkness its requiem to dynastic ambitions. Lost but not forgotten in time.
Look now though the lines of attempted extinction a mirror to its outside world
cancelled out faces marred and soundless. Scratches speaking volumes where smiles once lived. Somewhere in between an innocence lost must still exist.
Quoting Gandhi "An eye for an eye and the whole world is blind."
Though sightless we may be. Forgotten we are not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem