I wrote this poem this evening, while sitting at an STD Booth in Pahar Ganj, New Delhi, India...It is filled with truthfulness...
waiting for this moment to come
just like the beetles in the winter
scratching beyond the bonds of their eyes
Sitting under the frangipani tree
my eyes caught the unexpected:
a leper leading a leper
and a blind binding a blind
Of sorrowful songs, I raved the world
and mumbled below some deep thoughts
as they walked, talking to each:
the blind leading the blind
Within the greatness of God lies
some deep truths and what the world has never seen
for we do not know that the blind can see...
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-05-05 at 17:37
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When the Blind Leads the Blind
I have been in a trance for so longwaiting for this moment to come
just like the beetles in the winter
scratching beyond the bonds of their eyes
Sitting under the frangipani tree
my eyes caught the unexpected:
a leper leading a leper
and a blind binding a blind
Of sorrowful songs, I raved the world
and mumbled below some deep thoughts
as they walked, talking to each:
the blind leading the blind
Within the greatness of God lies
some deep truths and what the world has never seen
for we do not know that the blind can see...
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
Read 651 times
Written on 2006-05-05 at 17:37
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