My
world is diminishing with every breath I take,
A
conscience effort to make right goes all in vain.
Crowded
by this cumbersome feeling,
I
wonder, whether there is any escape?
The
condition is petrifying and demotivating,
It
feels like a heightened state of tension,
The
questions that arise are fast and loathsome,
And
the answers are beyond my comprehension.
I
have always let my tiny mind, magnify the agony,
Thinking
and worrying I punish myself again,
Dejected,
rejected yet never resurrected,
I
walk alone through the path unknown.
Through
the fallen leaves and the stones,
Among
all the troubles that hurt my present,
There
finally comes a vision to my mind,
When
I think of an eye and dream for the blind.
(Pic courtesy: http://www.zingzoo.com/2013/02/14/riveting-vision-breakthrough-for-the-blind/)
