Like placing a Sitar I placed you with care, On my lap I dare, On my lap, till I fell asleep.
My fingers ran over those dots Came to know the plots As I felt my cracky sneaks Smiled on turning the leaves On sensing your corners Understood the creator's pain The pain of adorning those leaves Those leaves that have thorns and veins You contained dots, Dots, six popped out, six punched in. Heartfelt heavy for sure On analysing the torture The torture of oneself Shed tears on knowing the revealed fact The revealed story.
Slid within, Felt the essence of love and life I didn't want to harm To harm by a pen By a pen by underlining the passage.
Hats off to Louis Braille A blind man Felt the essence of a novel Though those eyes were at rest Though the world is black Lived the moment of colours By the warmth of which the eyes fell asleep.