Blind-eyed Tiresias had thousand colored dreams,
Our thousand eyed world don't!
Then, what is blindness?

We have nurtured scarlet-dreams,
Smeared with our brothers' blood!
We have taught to kill and to burn
The dreams of the innocence,
We have stolen the green dreams
From the nature's heart;
We have wiped away the rainbows
From our children's eyes...
And gifted them guns instead!

Old Tiresias still have a thousand dreams,
Even though has no eyes still!
Tell me, then what is blindness?

Let Einsteins and Newtons of today gather
And research for a pair of new eyes
To cure, and to heal the visions!

Remember: Sleep is not a bridge
between eyes and dreams!

abhilash fraizer

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