World Of Blind

Blindness is not in vision But the impermeable membrane Woven around stereotype thought All because I found nothing wise But the thoughts, I preserve.... Blindness is this When I miss to see The pain bleeding in front And the sly making fun Because words failed to reflect.... Unuttered words go in vain For they don't have cloth to attract But quietly wait, to be noticed, one day And many times this day never rise For clouds of doubt never evanesce.... Please look on what you don The blindness of vison Or eyes of blindness That even pierce deep Down the soul's unrest.