The road stretches all over like the serpent with the seven
heads…
The precipice too near, His life too dear...
Walks the blind man with only a stick...
The blaring horns of vehicles whizzing by…
The non-chalant snarl of passersby don’t bear a thought in
his heart..
The blind man just keeps walking towards his goal...
In his quest for a new light,
Like a mountain goat led by divine vision...
Through pelting rains he marches on..
It’s god who guides him along the meandering ways of the hill..
Wish he could lead the sheep across the serpentine ways of
life..
Unhindered by blaring horns..
The precipice waiting..
The blind man walks unhindered…!
- PUNGIDASA
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