Help The Blind Poem by Nikhil Parekh

There were bedspreads of darkness around him,
rays of light deserted him in peak of youth,
submerging his silhouette in waves of merciless Black,
crippling all fantasies of beauty and form,
subjecting him to brutal strokes of destiny,
caressing him with marathon minutes of despair,
divesting him of essential ingredients of life,
evaporating remnant traces of hope with seconds zipping by.

he read projected script of authentic Braille,
danced with counterpart mate in galleries of incessant gloom,
ate and slept in confinement, till escorted by those with sight,
carried a metallic cane with shades of white and scarlet red,
bore everyday brunt of sardonic laughter,
looked enchanting in strips of stained black glass,
groped his way, confronting traffic with melted introversion,
watched television solely relying on the cadence,
occasionally wore gaudy cloth upside down,
he could dream of none but blackness, as he was oblivious to light,
recognized all in proximity by their voice,
bereft of precious centers of vision he lay unattended,
there are several of his kind devoid of sight,
c'mon friends lets gear up to help the blind.