World Of Blind Poem by Varsha M

Blindness is not in vision
But the impermeable membrane
Woven around stereotype thought
All because I found nothing wise
But the thoughts, I preserve....

Blindness is this
When I miss to see
The pain bleeding in front
And the sly making fun
Because words failed to reflect....

Unuttered words go in vain
For they don't have cloth to attract
But quietly wait, to be noticed, one day
And many times this day never rise
For clouds of doubt never evanesce....

Please look on what you don
The blindness of vison
Or eyes of blindness
That even pierce deep
Down the soul's unrest.