If you are
born blind,
Remain blind
The world is an ugly phenomenon
You have milky ways in your eyes
Numberless, my child,
You have garlanded yourself
With umpteen colours invisible
You are lucky
Not to see the bloodshed
Around in the neighbourhoods
Smelling caramel and milk,
Darling, you are fortunate
Not to view men eating men
And women eating women
Love has no parallel
Child,
Love is a very selfish thought
You cry loud
And see naught
Because the Creator willed it
That way
Nonsense, says my brethren
Why must he will that way?
There is at least one
That escapes
The sights of slaughter
And the heat of explosions
Your eyes are filed with milk
Vision the beauties
Innocent as they are
You smell good or bad
And avoid seeing
What is not to be seen
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