A blind man's color
A color only a blind can see and cherish
Born drenched and lonely,
A color tempestuous, spiraling lovely.
Sketched in secluded caves of void,
In the boundless depth of the ocean, submerged.
A color devoid of wooer,
Made the blind man a believer.
Bewildered was the youth to roam.
In the boisterous lane, he felt alone.
Strange was the path laid.
But the mystic color beckoned him along the shade.
A vision for the world too somber,
Became the blind man’s preacher.
Embraced by the unknown hue,
He trod with invisible clues.
Dark anxieties oppressed the heart.
But the color salvaged him out, unhurt.
A color portrayed as the wrecker,
Made the blind man an achiever.
Cherished the fling with destiny’s charmer.
He moved towards the distant murmur.
Bewitching was the nature, tranquil was the sea.
Shrugged all, too proud of the color he only sees.
Whispers echoed, ‘tis a faithless dark affair.
Nevertheless a bond, the blind man dare not sever.
Years flash fast.
Never afraid of any edges till breath lasts.
Still roistering charm of the light he felt.
Never a deceiver, a faith deeply he held.
‘twas the color, even when he slept forever.
A gift from the blind man’s creator.
About the Creator
Devi Vaidehi
A poet...Started swimming long way to go ,till I reach the island my destiny has set me for.
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