The blind man

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

The blind man held out his hands
Hoping to receive some alms
From those blessed with good health
Passers by walked fast
Their destination being the objective
Caring not to notice the blind man standing there
Palms open and begging for anything
That would help him fill up his stomach!

Blinded man, scary plight, sorrowful stature
Blessed people, scary plight as well,
As the fall into a state of blindness
Can occur at any time!

Scary world, whirlpooling in a calm ocean
Creating destructive typhoons bringing about
Havoc and snatching life away
Scary world, creating dependency among us all
If I need you not, I would surely need someone else

The blind man stood, amidst the cold winds and the rain
Needing the attention of the rest of the people
Who, filled with goodwill, allow him to survive!

It is to be wondered then,
If God stands same among us
Hoping that we see Him, notice Him, and help Him,
While we search for Him in temples, in far away lands
Across the oceans and the seas
And risk endangering our lives
Whilst He, silent among us, measures our actions!

A Primary School Educator in Mauritius