Blind

It was a fine morning

The songs of birds, the warmth of sun

A divine breeze was blowing

Carrying the fragrance of heaven

I felt so blessed

And tried to open my sleepy eyes

But they were heavy

Too heavy to lift them up

I felt helpless...I cried...I wept

And when those tears rolled out...

They moistened and soften my eyes

With my fingers I pulled my eye lids up

And it was dark...absolute darkness

The warmth, the fragrance, the music

There was nothing...except that abysmal darkness

I cried,” have I become blind? “

And he laughed...No dear, you always were...

But from now you are no longer...

And he switched on the room’s light

 I was no more a blind.