Dark Stare...

I saw him stare away from reality,

Away at what I could not see,

With dreamy eyes, towards the sky,

I could not follow his virtual eye.

Sitting still he thought, may be,

Of what has been, what could be--

Of daily life and ordinary fears,

Mourning past and floods of tears.

I saw him stare at another world—

At hazy moments of days old.

He knew he couldn’t see, then what—

His childish mind could possibly have thought,

So, as to make him seem so grown,

As if, a blanket of thoughts was thrown,

Over young shoulders of a blind child,

To make the fire within, go wild.

I saw him stare with blackened eyes,

Yet their light brightened the skies;

Through tender lips his soul smiled,

As life as seen by a blind child.

And here, the sun did give no light,

Since light for him came from inside.

I, with my eyes could not have seen,

What blissful experience his stare had been!