Darkness

Darkness short poem

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It was dark
Around my house
Around the Valley
Around the place
Why was it
Was it because of night
Was it because of blackout
Was it because of new moon
None of these
But because I was blind
Suddenly I became blind
Losing good eyesight
Why I became blind ?
It was sheer ignorance
I did not understand the world
Everything I took negatively
No one could I please
No can came near me
All these made me blind
Will I recover my eyesight
Sure when I think positive
When I understand the world
The darkness will vanish
And there will be light
Beautiful life and nature
Before my eyes, sure…

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Well. I am interested in Carnatic Music. Used to be a vociforous reader in Tamil and English books and novels. Compose English Poems at times.
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Preeti
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The beauty of the poem, besides other things, lies in the true words ‘When I understand the world
The darkness will vanish’. Loved it!

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