In hidden shadows, a world remains unseen

A blind soul’s journey, senses keen

Touch whispers tales on fingertips

Emotions bloom from chatty mouth

Beauty in echoes, a grand symphony

Scents embrace an untouched realm

 

Yet sighted eyes, they often miss

The wrongs that fester, society’s chasm

In blindness, a peculiar grace

Lucky, perhaps, in a corrupted world

For vision lost reveals the disguise

In the blind, truth never lies.

Leo Thejani Buddhika Somarathna