Mohammad Yamin Poet Rhyme

The Blind

I am blind, I cannot see
The faces in the mask of nobility
The truth of life –the reality
Apathy and hatred’s frailty

I can’t feel the poison in the air
Of cruelty, greed and injustice
Causing anguish and despair
And political power’s edifice

I can’t hear the cry of souls
And desperation in autumn of life
Someone achieving selfish goals
And the horror of conflict and strife

Colours of butterflies and rainbows
Are meaningless to my curiosity
It’s darkness, spring comes or goes
I can’t see ruthlessness and barbarity

Rain drops from punctured sky
Tears down the face of gloom
Dews rolling the cheeks of bloom
I can neither appreciate nor decry

Am I flawed or lucky as blind?
I feel tranquility of no sort
I see viciousness of no kind
I recognize them not with senses alert

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M.I.A . January 22, 2012 at 1:57 AM yes, there is that sir... a sense of complete ignorance that seems like a blessing than a curse. well, truly enjoyed to see from your eyes. Mohammad Yamin January 22, 2012 at 11:11 AM Thanks for reading my poem and for your truly enjoyable comments. I was sure you will like the poem. -Mohammad

Kristin Reynolds August 10, 2008 at 3:48 AM A very wise poem here, my friend - once you know, there is no "un-knowing" and to know is to suffer. So, these folks are blessed and cursed(even if they do not know they are cursed, but even if they did, would they care?), awesome write. Love Kristin Mohammad Yamin January 22, 2012 at 11:19 AM Thanks, Kristine for your enlightened comments and for your appreciation. -Mohammad