Tale of blind men and a blind man is a poem by Aditya Nath Jha an aspiring artist and deals with the loss of humanity in today’s world, Tale of blind men and blind man also tells us about the need to be kind heartened The tale of blind men has the blind men i.e the general people, the crowd which has no feelings and a blind man which is like a messenger for humanity.
: : Tale of Blind men and a Blind Man : :
There I was on a lonely track.
Waiting for a winter dream to come true.
On that path many tread before,
And hopes and dreams there brew.
It was my story, not from any folklore.
And I stood and watched as the emptiness grew more,
As the crowds besides me oft changed,
I saw a passerby,
walking the lonely dark road,stance unchanged,
his stick gave a solemn cry.
He asked them please help me,
and the crowds oft did change
but no soul understood his wee
and his grief stood unchanged.
From amongst the crowd a man did rise,
He went to the lost in dark
he had no virtue neither vice
but still he went to ask
What troubleth thou ?
Where do you want to go,
Down this lonely road.
He said to the young man, with a quivered bow
to my known one’s abode
The crowd was there left behind
the man did often ask,
Where are we headed,
but he didn’t mind
and carried on the ardent task.
I am a troubled soul said the man,
the evil had me lured,
You must have tried,
did the best you can… The young man assured.
The path was tough,
they treaded on the road rough.
And then did I realize,
The young man was no one else,
but I had to be the one to rise……
He asked, “Are we there yet?”
I stumbled on the obstacles beneath,
He grasped my hands within a gentle net,
and looked beyond my soul’s sheath.
And long we were, at the place of the sir,
and he thanked me in his heart.
But I didn’t feel the depth of his words,
till I forgot my soul’s dart.
A lesson he was for one and all,
that one should be kind.
It’s not a race to rise or fall,
and you will not be left behind.
Was it I or the man?
who helped the troubled soul,
was it a kind heart, or the loneliness … of a forever wandering ghoul .
In the end it was asked was it me,
or the one from the crowd,
but from the shadows riseth thee
Shred your false shroud,
because your are the one from the sagas.
Yours is the tale.
You are the one gold inside,
hidden beneath an unseen veil.
It’s the tale of blind men and a blind man.
I did the best I could.
To understand it is the heaven’s plan.
BUT in the end none should…….
– Aditya Nath Jha © 2012 ( a.k.a A.N.J)
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