How do I ever explain the magnificence of the mountains to you?
As they rise majestically to kiss the skies?
Their velvety green, you’ll never know
Their snow-white purity, you’ll never see
For you chose to enter this world sightless, with eyes that do not see.
How can I ever teach the colours of the rainbow
As it stretches far into the horizon?
Unlike its noisy siblings, the rain, wind and storm
It smiles gracefully at us after the histrionics end.
The rain you can feel, the bow you can trace
But the beauty of a rainbow, how do I reveal to you?
The song of the seas you can hear
The tickling of the waves you can feel
The scent of the beach is ever present for you
The taste of the salty breeze is nothing new
But how do you take in the vastness of the ocean?
For it stretches far beyond your arms outstretched
How can I make you see the shimmering diamonds
That the sunrays shower on the mighty surging waves?
What is a rose for you? A lotus? A tiny jasmine?
The thousand different blooms that Mother Nature displays in springtime?
How do you perceive the mightiness of an elephant?
Or the swiftness of a graceful deer?
Is a dancing peacock a splendid fan of brilliant blue plumes?
Or yet another source of bothersome cacophony?
How do I narrate to you the stories of the clouds?
As they act out each play in the open sky?
With the soaring eagles adding thrill and suspense
Against the changing colours of the twilight curtains?
Why did you choose your world without colours?
Without shapes? Forms? Light and shade?
But pity you, I need not do. For the glory of God
Is denied to no being on earth, big or small
I realize that it is I who is lacking
Being made a slave of mine own eyes.
Mine eyes which get duped by a plastic rose
A soulless thing with no fragrance or charm
Mine eyes which dictate that physical beauty
The colours slathered lavishly onto skin and hair
Bodies and faces chiseled to “perfection”
Reign supreme in a two-dimension world!
What fools we are! Submissive to one thing or the other
Even with God-given gifts we let one sense take over the rest
You are worthier than us, my dear child
For you listen, touch and feel
Your inner vision being clear as crystal
Gratitude flowing for all that you are given……