A Slice Of Life Poem by Ravi Panamanna

</>Upon the sands
Where the sea was a deepening Blue,
Where the palm grove made a shaded net,
I met them once.

They were four,
Were coming from afar.
They were enjoying the breeze,
Were looking at the Western clouds.

Rich in hue,
The horizon bore a rainbow form.
Those were really the melting moments,
That was a poet's lingering vision.

And they were reciting Wordsworth,
To a skylark, they opened their heart.
In the passage of sinking Sun
That chorus lent the twilight a shimmering charm.

From a distance
They seemed to a hilarious group.
When the truth was known,
I was shocked - they were all blind!

Upon the values of life I began to reflect,
Man and his endless quest made me a point.
No place is alike for a blind man,
He too has an inward eye.
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01/12/1997