ON MY BLINDNESS

Light half way doused

But not the fire inward.

To see and stalk no more

But envision and run the engine evermore.

Someone asked me, “You achieve a lot without sight

Would you have done better had you with it?”

I’m grateful to my maker for whatever I’m now

I’d never thought “I could’ve done wonders with eyes.”

One who created you created me too

Purpose he has for me beyond my ken.

He moves my limbs

And all my moves.

Darkness is not dark to me

Brightness doesn’t fetch joy either.

No regrets for light loss

As warmth ever ablaze per se.

By S. Krishna Kumar.