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All scenes are lost on the canvas of my eyes.
My lamps may be dim, but the imagination is bright.
In the darkness, I see memories of the past.
In my thoughts, I behold glimpses of the season.
Like the setting sun, every morning passes.
Where does this helplessness of the sighted ones lie?
Sometimes, I swim in waves of consciousness.
Then, a cluster of light emerges in the void.
The blurry reality becomes crystal clear.
That divine vision shows me more than they see.
Those who have eyes, but still cannot see
Anything beyond chaos, unlike the blind.
#BLINDNESS
Ⓒ Varun Chaudhary 'antriksh'
Dr Varun Chaudhary
M.D. medicine
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