The World of Sight When Goes

The world of sight is when taken Away, let of vision waken, Let world of sound sharply shaken. Way laid gets when my wander lust, Let me hear time’s footsteps in dust, Dawn’s birds wake me with song-filled burst. Feel of colours behind eyelids, Faithfull’s faith passed on prayer beads, Let me see heart of golden deeds. If flower colours get frozen If world of butterflies has gone, Fine, let me world of fragrance own. If not, take all this away, much As ye like, just keep sense of touch, Let me feel the world just as such. ___________________________________ Musings |07.04.2022| Terza Rima Poet’s note: As we know, glaucoma as a silent ailment takes away one’s vision gradually over passing years. First the peripheral vision gets narrower, ultimately to get reduced to a tunnel vision, and even that is lost one day. Of late I have been thinking of this eventuality in my life. But then the heart takes over from the head and says, never mind, there is that whole world beyond sight, a lot that we look at and still fail to see— the subject matter of this piece.