On my blindness

A blind man’s eyes I have

when I think of my past.

Colours,shapes, all are lost

with eyes closed

looking inwards.

But the real shock comes

when it invades the present:

the blindness.

Being lost in the lanes

around, even, Chauki Ghat.

Returning there,

I lost my exact way

and felt a funny fear

of losing grip over the memory of

home.

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