My answer to the Sighted


Her voice leads me and her footsteps alert
Even the faint sounds, I see with my ears
I follow footsteps softly retreating
getting alert when some one’s approaching

I grope sometimes but receive help
Love the soft silk touch of leaves and smell
Mom had introduced me once in park green
Yes, I know it’s green although never seen

Love rose petals but do colours matter?
I was told the sky and ocean are blue
What are red green yellow blue purple and white
Black, I imagine them as distinct lights

The point is I feel and love with my heart
Like I feel the softness or some thing hard

Some things have sweet aromas, fragrances
Can you see the aromas, odours, scents?
So, it’s the same, I just feel the goodness
Love or evil, that radiates, touches
Intensely like a bulb with its warmth
My eyes don’t see sun but feel its fire, warmth
The flow of water, its cool purity
Seeping through with notes of melody
Music makes my life worth in obscure
Like spring flows through my heart’s ripples and cure
Music is my heart and heaven on earth
That’s why I love when birds in morning chirp

I am better off than most with vision
Having eyes who ignore pain of brethren
I say I am love though they call me blind
For haven’t you heard that true love is blind!


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About Sunila K

Based in Canary Islands, Spain, Sunila Khemchandani is a teacher, translator and writes poetry for love of English Literature. She has several poems published in English anthology collections (Wings, Change, Indus Valley, Heavenly Hymns, Poetic Symphonies, Synthesis - The Duet Anthology and in two of Brian Wrixon’s anthologies). In 2008, she won the position of the best annual poet in Besides writing poems, she translates spiritual articles, books of her spiritual master, proof reading and transciption. Some of her translated works have been published and circulating.

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