Blind World

Blessed to go blind
ugly, beauty, black and white,
patches from a dark night,
fragrance from memories behind;

images formed bright,
beauteous than sight,
helps to remain kind
with lustful eyes nothing gained;

outward skin deep difference
is all that they can see,
in a robot world growing cold,
those who see, see in vain;

free from which happy to be,
yet grief pierces as darkness has its hold.

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