The Boy Born Blind Poem by samyak jain

The Boy Born Blind

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how do you
explain to him
what he is missing,

how do you explain
God
to one who has no crave
for Him.

to a born blind boy,
eyes
are in the tips of the fingers,

love and sympathy
are
in the ear drums,

every thing else
is
in the mother's clasp.

still then
no amount of
tracing in the fingers,
no amount of explanations,
no amount of claspings
to the closest beat
of mother's bosom,

would explain to him
the concept and workings
of somebody called
God.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Minna Jansson 08 November 2007

I teach English in Finland. Tomorrow I am facing students whose friends were involved in the high-school shooting. I am at a loss with words. This poem offers an explanation for the senseless attack. Thank you Aasiq the Poet.

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