Blinded by sight i look into things
being in it or rather too close to it
i obstruct the view.
I arrange it, it shatters
again i strive to put the fragments of
fallen flower togather,
so that somehow it may relate to me,
a prayer march on in the vast unknown.
All of it is not tiresome uptil you sing a fresh distraction
former is distant now
and in the later, you are out grown by a breath.
subodh pandey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blindness-21/
