The Blind

If you are born blind,
Remain blind
The world is an ugly phenomenon

You have milky ways in your eyes
Numberless, my child,
You have garlanded yourself
With umpteen colours invisible

You are lucky
Not to see the bloodshed
Around in the neighbourhoods
Smelling caramel and milk,
Darling, you are fortunate
Not to view men eating men
And women eating women

Love has no parallel
Child,
Love is a very selfish thought
You cry loud
And see naught
Because the Creator willed it
That way

Nonsense, says my brethren
Why must he will that way?

There is at least one
That escapes
The sights of slaughter
And the heat of explosions

Your eyes are filed with milk
Vision the beauties
Innocent as they are
You smell good or bad
And avoid seeing
What is not to be seen