The Blind Spot (Poem)

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