Senses

Closed eyes too can see Visuals on heart-easel Tight lips too can speak In eloquence expressive silence Deaf ears too can hear Thundering miseries all around Searching senses work even when locked Hungry are they; for truth Eager are they; to revolt Sans smut and rust They know their worth (This poem is about oppression. Oppressors think they are perpetrating their evils without anyone's knowledge. But there are searching senses around, that are sans smut & rust, which are live to their surroundings even when shut and ready to revolt)