I heard they mocked that you are blind,
And claimed you were born with less of a mind,
If they despise you so much,why do they want to be you.
In their gardens strolling, they can't help but notice,
The blooming rose,jasmine,lily of the valley and the chocolate cosmos.
The frangipani and how it's fragrance intensifies at night attracting moth pollinators.
They do this with their eyes closed.
The kiss,a symbol of one's love for another,
Be it a mother, father, close friend or lover,
To feel it's utmost power,
Most do it with their eyes closed.
I see them in the dead of night,at the peak of passionate love making,
Aha!guess how their eyes are,
Definitely not open.
And the dreams, the dreams they have,
Be it a nightmare or not,
Both demand to have the eyes closed,
Surely this can't go opposed.
But perhaps the most compelling one of all,
Is how they pray to The Almighty,
Supplications poured unto Him,
With knees humbly fallen,
And eyes closed in their chants.
So tell me who is really blind,
The most beautiful moments are felt with the eyes closed,
And as for you,The Almighty deserved that you feel beauty to it's extreme,
Thus closed your eyes for eternity,
That,you,may be consumed in eternal beauty