Post by wazim on Sept 16, 2022 10:40:58 GMT
They saw a blind man plod pass a Path slow and somber !
Prodding his way with his feelers made out of timber !
Blossomed flowers, rains after drought, aroma of powdered cumin and coriander;
As they tease his olfaction,
"Witchcraft ! He must be saying to himself" - They thought - while he could only whimper !
"He knows no color, he sees no image!
Not a thing beyond the veil of darkness - is he a sinner? Or has he been cursed by a mage?"
Blessed they were they wondered, as they wandered along the Path the blind man trod, until he stopped and mumbled something odd !
Favored am I, for being blind in both eye ! The stage is dark, I cannot lie, but the blind could not be irked by a wry, nor would I know fear even if peril is nigh ! I harbor no guilt being in slumber nor do I see tears when people cry ! Nakedness does not make me shy ! You who see, sin with your eye - lust, envy, pride to your soul you tie !
The Path is life in this world, and They are you and I !
Prodding his way with his feelers made out of timber !
Blossomed flowers, rains after drought, aroma of powdered cumin and coriander;
As they tease his olfaction,
"Witchcraft ! He must be saying to himself" - They thought - while he could only whimper !
"He knows no color, he sees no image!
Not a thing beyond the veil of darkness - is he a sinner? Or has he been cursed by a mage?"
Blessed they were they wondered, as they wandered along the Path the blind man trod, until he stopped and mumbled something odd !
Favored am I, for being blind in both eye ! The stage is dark, I cannot lie, but the blind could not be irked by a wry, nor would I know fear even if peril is nigh ! I harbor no guilt being in slumber nor do I see tears when people cry ! Nakedness does not make me shy ! You who see, sin with your eye - lust, envy, pride to your soul you tie !
The Path is life in this world, and They are you and I !