Blind Love

By Dr.B.Senthil Visagan

Stanza 1:Past

He returned wounded

In battle be it life or war;

He returned scarred—

His countenance being

the count on the nonce

For the event.

Defaced with a void

Where eye need be—

A void filled with

Memories of the battle;

Travelled homewards

In hope to leave

This allegory of the past

To take refuge in the future.

Stanza 2: Present

Feeling easier

To carry the trunks

To his door

Carrying a heavy heart

That heaves

A sigh of relief

Upon the bark of a companion

Waiting a long time;

Prying open the door

Two souls in fur

Run out to kiss

Only on smell

All through the musty and dust

Of the battle,

Seizing only what made

Their tails wag.

Stanza 3: Future

They saw no wounds

Yet their care

Caressed the wounds

Be it the older one

That knew his face

Before he lost it,

Or the new one

Who now recognizes

Only his love and nothing else;

Both blind to the wounds

That had blinded him.

Such is their blind love

Helping him see forth

A bright life past

All the darkness of the past.

By Dr.B.Senthil Visagan