By Younis Kaloo
The day is as dark as night
No boundaries of windows, walls and corridors
In the beginning it is dark, so it is at length
Only visibility is the darkness-draped dependence
It is too dark
Darker than the pellets fired
That besides sight replaced the tears too
Not even a hand before my eyes can I see
Oh! I can’t read my own words either
Neither can I see my mother’s face
That, when all felt pale and gloomy
Stimulated me into the courage of life
And now, even if I cup that in my hand
I can’t see but feel her tears trickle down
Now, I am called blind, a helpless human
But there is a lot more to this helplessness
(Younis Kaloo practices Journalism in Delhi.)
