Our light now our night
All day long darkness is what we can see
Our children are no longer imageries in our retina
To exile darkness has sent them
In melancholy we dwell yet we can’t cry
In the hands of helping hands our direction lies
Be it consistent inconsistent
Who are we to complain?
As choices have left us without no choice
In confusion, voices have dumped us into
Leaving us to mix identities
Oh God! Heaven-earth maker!
Yesterday we yawn for a hopeful tomorrow
Today, we mourn a wasted yesterday
Why are we blind?
Could it be our sins?
Darkness, for once exit my world
Want to see my hard labour fruits again
My fruits have grown up to be damsel
For once exit my world
To say I love you to their sights
And not to their voices
Mute to my pleads…
Specially dedicated to the blinds deeply from my heart…