By Subramanian Raghavan
Blinded from birth like some,
I was indifferent to darkness and light.
Folks said they had performed a miracle,
Those who put vision in my eyes.
I now saw people whom I used to hear otherwise.
I saw colours of chaos,
The intensity of material venom burning bright.
The vision had lasted only a few moments,
When the urge to retreat took flight.
Those sweetened voices’ genteel dealing,
When I was sightless, came forth in my mind.
Thus, cursing my vision,
I thought about the disturbing new find.
Being shielded then was not a bane
From the true colours of mankind.
And so, cherishing the gift at birth,
I retreated to being blind.