Blind hearts.
The blind man
Across the street
Sees more
Than the men around him
Who won’t lend him a hand.
He feels objects
With his fingers,
His ears,
And his anticipation;
And wonders more often
About how beautiful
This life is.
He knows no difference
Between red and blue
And yet tells his daughter
That she looks beautiful
In that black dress of hers.
He thanks you
For every little thing
Because he knows
Gratitude
More than you do.
He doubts himself
More times than not;
But he knows how to
Trust his gut.
He is blind,
And he is across the street.
A street you’d only cross,
If you were blind too.
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Beautiful Ustav! Very thoughtful ans evocative.
Thank you, Jordan.
My name is Utsav, though.
My apologies Utsav, still drinking coffee. Thank you,
Very well put.
Thank you, Aaron!
Beautiful! !
Thank you!
Welcome 😊Pls read my new post “inter religion fights and love”
Good one bro and very nicely written.
Thank you.
So true!
Beautiful poem :)
This goes in my record as one of the most beautiful emotions committed to words.
He knows no difference
Between red and blue
And yet tells his daughter
That she looks beautiful
In that black dress of hers.
Thank you so much Sunil!
You are welcome. This is awesome work.
That was very thought-provoking, Utsav!
Thank you so much, Taru. Been a long time since you commented.
Yes, I barely open wordpress anymore, let alone write anything. A lot has been going on. But I am trying to make some content out of it. I think you will see me more around here now.
That’s great news! Missed you. Check out the other posts too?
Haha I am not sure. Let me stalk you now. Maybe that will elevate my mood today XD
I did miss you.
Aww I missed you too! I am just a text away though, so feel free.
The first thing I noticed was the form. Did you plan it?
I did not.
He is just a natural.
Haha thank youu
So moving 💖
Thank you ❤
That street probably awaits hearts. Only if people wouldn’t act blind to the wrong.
Wonderfully thought and expressed.
Thank you!
this is so powerful. the last lines hit like a pickup truck to my soul–beautifully written xx
Thank you.
This is beautiful, admittedly I often I forget myself, but when I read words like these, it reminds me to be thankful for the life I have. Amazing work. :)
Beautiful 👌👌❤
Wow.. Amazing so true!
Very beautiful Thoughts.. 😍
Thank you Sadia!
Pleasure.. 😊
I wish, I could like it hundred times. 😇
Haha I wouldn’t mind a hundred comments, cause that is possible.
How this is possible..?
On a single post that one person like it 💯 times.
If you’re talking about liking all your posts that’s an other thing..
Hehehe
Liking isn’t possible for a single post. Which is why I was talking about commenting.
Ooh yeah this is possible..
So can I Start liking it..
Hundred times it’s a big task.. 😂
Go ahead, beautiful. Take your time!
The last three lines where magnificent choices.
I’m glad you liked it.
This is very well written and the thought profound.
Glad you liked it!
Love this. This deserves a share. Thank you for sharing this.
I really like this piece!!
Thank you, beautiful. There’s more that you might like! It’ll be a pleasure to hear more from you.
I will read the other posts when I have spare time!! 😊
Okay, beautiful.
Like it.. 👍
Stop, now! 😂
Why….? 😁😅
I was kidding about it.
Lol!
But I’m not kidding man…
Let me complete what I said.. 😅
I hope you’ll not mind doing this.. 😅
I don’t mind, but I do suggest you stop. Too much hardwork and I can’t keep all the comments.
Ook..
I’m stopping it.. 😅
But I’m hoping that you’ll reach ∞..
Haha thank you beautiful!
You’re most welcome..😇
Nice words.. 💕
You’re a very good author utsav.. 👍
I like reading your posts.. 😇
He is blind,
And he is across the street.
A street you’d only cross,
If you were blind too.
Wonderful lines… 💕
He knows no difference
Between red and blue
And yet tells his daughter
That she looks beautiful
In that black dress of hers.
Perfect.. 👌
This painting is really nice too.. 🌹
He thanks you
For every little thing
Because he knows
Gratitude
More than you do.
Fabulous..
💕
Beautifully written …
This is one of the best poems I have read ……. Beautiful and so true ….. This is mesmerizing …
Thank you!
I have no words… This is beautiful; one would really have to be blind to disagree with me on that:)
Thank you so much! Means a lot.
deep thought there on your work..thats awe👌 & like that sight you own
Thank you!
Really beautiful! Good luck!
Thank you so much, beautiful. Means a lot.
beautiful words :)
Glad you liked it!
Love this – so very true!
Thank you so much, Reet!
That is sweet. Funny how the blind can see more than us at times. I worked with the blind in high school and learned to see more clearly.
I enjoyed reading this poem.
I lost the majority of my eyesight at 18-months-old due to a blood clot on the brain, but can still discern outlines of objects (not their details). So, for example I can see the outline of a person but I wouldn’t know whether I knew them unless they spoke or identified themselves in some other way. Having said that, I sometimes make educated guesses. For instance a colleague always wears the same perfume so I know when she approaches my desk in the office that it is her.
I do, I think concentrate on senses other than vision (the freshness of the air, the scent of flowers etc).
Thank you for writing this.
Best wishes – Kevin
Thank you so much for reading and commenting. Means so much. Take care, Kevin. :)