The Lost Vision Poem by ashok jadhav

Once clear, the world stood sharp before my gaze,
Each path defined by hope and guiding light;
I knew the stars, could read their ancient ways,
And walked unafraid through doubt and gathering night.
But time, with gentle theft and silent art,
Dimmed truths I held as certain, pure, and whole;
Desire clouded both the eye and heart,
And borrowed dreams replaced the distant goal.
Now fragments gleam where certainty once shone,
Like broken glass that still reflects the sun;
In loss I learn what seeing truly means—
Not flawless sight, but faith when sight is gone.
For vision lost may yet return refined,
When inward light restores the outward mind.