Blind man

 I am blind 

Of one kind 

Trained  to capture 

With my inner eyes

 With my  feelings

Touching the ceiling 

Of imagination 

Without exaggeration

 

I move slowly

But  willingly 

Way forward,

Tapping the  path, 

Guided by touch,

 With deliberate care, 

 Focussing on Unseen, 

 

What  world unfolds 

with each footfall

 Beyond sight

 With steps of trust,

 Navigating the world

 painting  a map 

of sound and touch.

"I am blind

Of one kind ......."

 With my inclination 

With cheerful  disposition ,

Exploring  nature  on my way

Touching Rose plant 

With feel of velvet petals 

 the stem with thorns

Not harming myself

 On my way a bench

Inviting to sit ,

Gentle breeze rustled

My Cheeks with a peck,

 The feeling i had never felt before ....

"I am blind

Of one kind ."......