The Blind Poet Sings The Blues
Have you heard the
poems of the blind
poet?
I did for a moment,
I did not
regret
An old man, he didn't
learn how to use the
Braille
He wrote it in the wind
I can hear them
well.
The blind poet sings from
the depths of his
soul
Unmetered, yet rever-
berates through it
all
Haunting thoughts and
emotions unbounded,
free
In form and style,
pure in its own
majesty.
His poems are reflections
of his life and
mine
Ballads blending with the
wind's rhythm and
rhyme
And the birds and
denizens of forest
chime
His words are magical,
pure, and
sublime.
Jewelries of dew
glisten against the
light
What is there to wish,
hear this poet
recite
Poems of life's struggles
written with sheer
delight
Aphorisms that are
true beacons of
life.
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