I, SUN AND VISUALLY DISABLED
“What happened” I asked to bright hopeful sun,
Why his awakeness fails to differ from sleep now?
Color divorced with its charm yielding black or emptiness,
Beauty of colors he sees is only of past,
Works, walks and deeds needs other’s assistance,
“Showing” once amazing needs only “telling” now,
But to his blood lines and others he tells through experiences.
Talk comes wrapped with golden advices at times,
Through memories or imagination he listens what others say.
Difficult times have death and real undistinguishable.
Listeners cut the talk slyly and he knows not,
How can he know the visual truth through non-visual senses?
Figure as whale is useless without notice from tactile, auditory, gustatory and olfactory senses.
Some leaves giving notice to him,
Only to boil his emotions with its outlets blocked,
Hence often he is left talking to himself,
Cloud of eyes! Why did you block the sun?
You have blocked him all to show only darkness,
Agree that present fruit of experiences is past’s sown seed,
The cloud of damaged ophthalmic parts is like snatching light from the entire universe,
Since it barred him from laboring to swim across samsaric ocean,
Blinded to visible lives, truths and appearances,
Barring advancement to understanding hidden and invisible.
The sun empty and ephemeral itself gave me no answer,
Free of emotions, it continued maintaining its status quo,
Like “Time” it shall keep shining, detached.
“Why blame and nag Mr. Sun?
Sun, the truth has no fault of his,
Fleshy clouds barred him owing to his own past.
The seeds sown of actions are to yield fruit in future certain,
Accept and introspect, and hence respect KARMA" says a man.
Yet it pains him despite adaptation,
Human accepts with pain expressed or hidden.
Acceptance is not necessarily without prices.
“What happened” I asked to bright hopeful sun,
Why his awakeness fails to differ from sleep now?
Color divorced with its charm yielding black or emptiness,
Beauty of colors he sees is only of past,
Works, walks and deeds needs other’s assistance,
“Showing” once amazing needs only “telling” now,
But to his blood lines and others he tells through experiences.
Talk comes wrapped with golden advices at times,
Through memories or imagination he listens what others say.
Difficult times have death and real undistinguishable.
Listeners cut the talk slyly and he knows not,
How can he know the visual truth through non-visual senses?
Figure as whale is useless without notice from tactile, auditory, gustatory and olfactory senses.
Some leaves giving notice to him,
Only to boil his emotions with its outlets blocked,
Hence often he is left talking to himself,
Cloud of eyes! Why did you block the sun?
You have blocked him all to show only darkness,
Agree that present fruit of experiences is past’s sown seed,
The cloud of damaged ophthalmic parts is like snatching light from the entire universe,
Since it barred him from laboring to swim across samsaric ocean,
Blinded to visible lives, truths and appearances,
Barring advancement to understanding hidden and invisible.
The sun empty and ephemeral itself gave me no answer,
Free of emotions, it continued maintaining its status quo,
Like “Time” it shall keep shining, detached.
“Why blame and nag Mr. Sun?
Sun, the truth has no fault of his,
Fleshy clouds barred him owing to his own past.
The seeds sown of actions are to yield fruit in future certain,
Accept and introspect, and hence respect KARMA" says a man.
Yet it pains him despite adaptation,
Human accepts with pain expressed or hidden.
Acceptance is not necessarily without prices.
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