The Blind Man On The Street.... Poem by Ravi Sathasivam

The blind man on the street....

He never saw the world but he understands the world through his eyes
He can not walk without his white cane and dark glasses
but his spirits keep on racked him with pain
Some time he accompany with a dog to kill his loneliness
When not wearing his special dark glasses
He was always looking saddened with his red eyes
and pleading to the people on the street for money
When I see him then my heart becomes very heavy
and I'LL throw few coins into his bowl that he holds
every time I see him no matter how many times I see him in a days time
He earns few dollars everyday to fulfill his hunger and thirst
Some people tell that the blind men have no eyes
but he can see far more than us.
Because he sees everything through his heart and mind
He touches us and tell about our personality
He can touch any money and tell how much it is
But he has to suffer for rest of his life without being
able to see this world where he has born from nothing
Like known as a shadow knows his shadow,
so he lives as no one shadow.

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2005 Ravi Sathasivam