Blind

He was blind. Completely-Ironically so (2:31 AM)
For you see he seemed to have it all
All that life could give out free,
He had no reason to dream for more,

But there was (he says) something amiss,
Twas’ not what simple things could fill,
Aye, we used to mock him sometimes so
Laugh at him and his stupid thoughts...

Sometimes all serious he'd chatter away,
Such trash that it ached us not to sneer,
For most of us thought he'd lost it all,
To normal souls, beyond help he'd gone

And then one day did she come our way,
A normal happy person, fresh – full of life,
I mention normal here, particularly here,
Because you see, WE couldn’t surmise,

What a person like her could ever see in him,
The blind freak so totally lost, lacking even basic sense,
We wondered what new things he could tell her,
That she stood his trash for such long times at end

We could understand naught what went on betwixt these two,
One thing was sure as time went on he seemed saner than before,
We mused at his childish naïveté, his silly burst of outright joy,
For they made no sense on a face like his, that used to sulk all day,

And then one day he came along a worried look upon his face,
Curious we asked him what was up? To which he thence replied,
An angel that had shown him light (he said) was caught in a web,
And that now it was his turn, to give back some of what he’d got.

It took us some time to figure that twas her that he spoke about,
For some crazy reason, he believed that she needed his faith,
Faith? Some of us couldn’t help laughing at his stupid silly face
For we couldn’t place what possibly could be wrong with her today..

She seemed a little quieter and that was all I could see,
I couldn’t figure why she didn’t just shrug him away
But no! Went he back to square one – crazy as he’d been,
We shook our heads in pity and got back to normal days,

I sighed at his moving self, a silhouette against the setting sun,
‘Poor kid’ thought I, for blind was he I could see…Can’t you???(3:10 AM)

3rd Jan 2006
Manas R Moothedath