The Blind Spot
It
Opened my inner eyes suddenly
The little blind
Winged creature
Was stuck
In
Some unknown surroundings
We don’t know
How it came inside
It had occurred once
Before too
But what a marvelous
Creature it is!
It could save itself
From all the walls,
The steep inclined
Ceiling, the hanging
Fan and domed lights
‘Cause it can see (feel)
Without Eyes
The stealth bomber
Is
Only half-a-century old
Here, this little mammal
(Thanks to million years
Of evolution)
Can avoid collisions
With the walls and
Other hanging objects
And
Find its way out -
Of an open window
Or door
Often we think
We’re blessed
With
The Five Senses
And a few more
Like intuition or prescience
Internal signals
And then cry helplessly
When we lose
A bit of hearing,
Sight, smell, or touch
But all along
We are groping in the
Dark – really.
We can’t see the infrared
Though we do feel the
Sun’s warmth thro’ skin
We can’t hear the infra sound
Of the chronological time
We are prisoned in the
Now or past incarnations’
Dense fog
Then why?
Why?
This crust of ‘useless pride’
Whatever we gained thru’
Evolution and brain -
Did it make us lose?
Some senses too
Better be
Light and live
Live
Lightly with a feather touch;
With least perturbation
To
The ambient surroundings
And creatures
