– A POEM TO SENSITIZE THOSE WITH EYE-SIGHT TOWARDS THOSE WHO ARE BLIND .
Outside; the Sun fire-lit every sagging bit of nerve and adulterated soil; into an unparalleled wind of optimism; blazing into dynamic freshness,
For me though; the blackness grew even more disconcerting than ever;
slowly crippling all my dimensions of beauty and charm- a blackness which rendered my existence into hysteric sadness with no respite.Outside; the leaves blossomed into sparkling freshness from their tender buds; as mists of desire not only kissed them; but gave them the tenacity to lead a fulsome life,
For me though; the blackness pierced more ominously than a zillion smoldering thorns; leading me to dungeons of despair-a blackness which made me lose my way everytime I tread with new-found hope on rustic soil.Outside; there was unimaginably fervent hustle-bustle as people of all color; caste; creed; race and religion-jostled helter-skelter in the rat race of survival of the fittest,
For me though; the blackness spun its web of disdainful loneliness till the last grain of my fantasy-a blackness which made me shunt every fabric of society in a baseless apprehension of cold rejection.Outside; there swirled festivity of all gigantic size and proportion; with crackling thunder and white lightening of the sky; giving people more reason to uninhibitedly cheer,
For me though; the blackness metamorphosed every piece of my creativity into color of the morbid grave-a blackness which made me miserably writhe and flounder in the most primary of duties towards life.Outside; the shadows grew dismally taller and smaller depending on shades of the majestic day; as it earnestly gave way to an even more royally spell-binding and sensuous night,
For me though; the blackness made every joyous bit of existence a squandering non-existence-a blackness which made me worse than a new-born infant reaching out to a mother; sibling or hand everytime-only to find empty space.Outside; the planet behaved at gay abandon; throwing a spirit of untamed adventure to the winds; as it dared to take the path unexplored and experience the mystical vibrations of the unknown,
For me though; the blackness crucified every inscrutable imagery into ashes of nothingness; a decrepit blackness that had rendered every tear drop of mine to
being merely called saline .Outside; undulating waves of the ocean rose more and more euphorically towards the profoundness of the sky; as ravishing storms and thunder kissed its emerald water,
For me though; the blackness diabolically cursed with the most intolerable of stench—a blackness which was a wall worse than jail; painstakingly dissolving me into a hell of dreaded hatred.Outside; people leapt out of bed at the most evanescent crackle of dawn; full of undaunted ebullience to start afresh and with pride in their souls; leaving the chapters of erroneously faltering past well behind,
For me though; the blackness sinfully rendered every instant of life howsoever past; present or future as just the same; a blackness which made me stagnate into wretched gloom as I haplessly groped to find the edge of my bed.Outside; boundless civilizations of all living kind relished intricate varieties of food; huddled together to form their own inimitable chains for hearty 'Breakfast'; succulent 'Lunch' and sumptuous 'Dinner',
For me though; the blackness discarded me like a chunk of orphaned feces in busiest of streets; a blackness which at times made my trembling hands feed my ears; eyes and forehead; if they were the slightest occupied in finding a place for me to sit.Outside; the globe changed everyday by the power of unduplicated imagination; as a united mass of living beings dared to envision; empower and enlighten with their mysticism extraordinaire,
For me though; the blackness hissed the ugliness of despairing extinction; a blackness that made me perceive every space on this planet as a miserably Lost World.Outside; there eternally continued the chapters of effulgent life and inevitable death; till the time God commanded this earth to symbiotically exist,
For me though; the blackness heinously tightened its grip around my neck; a blackness which made me feel as if traversing alive like a meaningless corpse and being lambasted by the mortuaries of death.No No. Before you start presuming me to be the worst kind of jinxed human existing. Let me tell you that I wasn't any of the sort.
As the truth was far more unbearably unfortunate. That I was Blind.
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