The Kings of Destiny

Walking down the tarred road in haste Beholding my watch that revealed the running time since I was late, Disregarding my immediate world And the activities around me that did hoard, I had only one wish upon my head To get to the bus stop as fast as I could, So that I could catch the bus that steered me To the college promptly, For the fabric painting class awaited me And I, with paint and brush, walked in urgency, And then suddenly came across two young lads With sticks they walked forward, Too weird, too outlandish For two simple men walking with sticks! And they held each other’s hands And strode through like unspoiled drunkards! I overtook them, to quieten my confusion And I stopped, speechless with miscalculation, There, my world ceased to blankness For these two men had another sphere too mysterious, They were blind, their eyes concealed by the sunglasses Their sticks that served as their greatest aids, Each had their stick stretched to either directions Prodding upon the road, detecting the dangers, They walked on For they had a life to live on, Defeating me, overpowering the beings around They advanced, resolute and self-assured, Compliant to the challenge of being sightless, Marched ahead, conquering the world with confidence…. K.S.Lakshmi