The Blind Wanderer Poem by Sas Debray

I am an aimless stranger to the worlds unseen
Which One God once with many hues and care did make
Know not when all first moved – but I am as much keen
To know, ‘fore dark thoughts as foes with myself did shake

When I linger ‘mongst chattering sounds busy and bright
Often through brushes reminds of my unfelt frame
It matters least I wandered into dark or light
For the smell of humans in all were almost same

The darker places which most propells me to stray
And that moves away my mind from a crawling tongue
(I get this hearing narrow sharp words people say)
To sublime smells of serenity, yet unsung

Meandering in traffic horns, with impatient rage
And with fear of the unknown amidst barking dogs
I move on with sole palms’s sense in history’s page
Into the dark; remembering my travel logs

Will you abide with me in my fathomless world?
And console me up with your constant human touch?
Once I wished to cry and let my eye-lids urfurl
Now, I trod with salty cheeks with my lone stick’s clutch