‘ What
if the sun shines?’
Me born, denied of
vision,
my
dark room like x ray theatre;
my living luxury with unbounded
Forte. What if the seasons blossom
with respective smiles,
up swelling like
springs of water taps
in corners of
railway platforms,
for me the dark
is my ordained
luxury.
A gentle tap going afore
when compelled by necessity
on the traffic ridden
roads, sun beams
glare at me
impartial, jasmine and rose
those captivating,
nosedrils piercing
fragrance, foray that
they belong to
their category, for I see them not.
All these
for the sense of my being,
Flip for the skin and flesh;
But my four walls, for my soul attuned
ever since I came into
this blessed soil!
for it bears me still
,still and silent.
What if the sun peeps
out!
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