The blind ©Rikshikha Kashyap In the woods of havoc Stands a blind man with no sympathy, The wisest man in the folks of God, His orbs were glittering like gold, And his vision, As long as the vast Pacific, Still, there stands a blind man With no sympathy. Some lost their sights, In the measured times of love, And some, Creat es the sights in the ocean of love without the glittering eyes, That titles them the blind man. They tights the bolts, Covers their eyes 3 inches long, Creating the greatest histrionics, Still they fail to feel the showers, The showers of tears Of the bona fide blind man.

Rikshikha Kashyap