We Both Are Blind Poem by Shouvik Roy

I was walking alone down a dark street,
And amidst that darkness I saw
A dark dog
Trying to cross the road,
But there wasn't any car rolling up or down,
Just the dog, his wait and fear;
I laugh at him, that he could hear;
Still in fear he waits,
Then a moment of his wait I share,
And think-
May be once he had a past, a dark one,
He tried to cross the road when it was bright,
When his life was full of light,
And without fright he crossed,
Alas! His brightness was lost.
Oh! Now I see,
The rustle of winds,
Made him think they were cars,
So all along his world was dark,
And now I know, that
We are both blinds;
In one way or another.