Through Her Eyes
Rose-tinted lenses are her gateway to this life
Dark shades on
protect her against that unseen light
In puris naturalibus how she feels
when night doesn’t kiss her eyes
she has been a nocturnal denizen
etched its intricate
routes in order to survive…
She sashayes gracefully
with not a quiver in her delicate movement
Her visage emanating incontestable pride
Her heart-choking smile is not an illusion
Fusion of her four senses is her leverage
Her grasping hand of the incomprehensible
Sounds of her environment becoming
her daily addictive beverage………..
Indoctrinated by the thrill she feels
on the tips of her fingers
To her thristy mind,knowledge is her television
She takes her promenade everyday in the labyrinth
existing in her brain
persevering to explore its seductive multi-dimension
She is as sweet as the honey-syrup
oozing from the flower petals
A free-spirited virgin spewing sunshine wherever she goes
Her heart never beat to an evil or gruesome rhythm
Dancing to her own music
Spell-binding others with her magical flow
But I wonder: If she were blessed like the rest of us,
Would she be strong enough to defy the tides of inhumanity?
Would she be able to cope with the heavy weight of atrocities
committed in our world?
Would she still sing to her own tune and weave her own yarns?
Would she feel deceived?Would her utopia cease to exist?
I wonder………
This heavenly creature is cursed yet blessed
God has shielded her from the visions of the devil
But I know she will not rest
Until she has attained the highest level……..
Why?
Because she desires colors
Because she desires faces
Because she desires shapes
Because she desires to see herself
instead of darkness everywhere
Dedicated to all those who have not been blessed by the sense of sight.May Allah be their eyes and may he guide them all to the right path.
