I AM NOT ALWAYS WHAT THEY ARE!

I AM NOT ALWAYS WHAT THEY ARE!

 

The title should have been:

They are not always What I am,

Let both be available at least,

In my beautiful blind writing,

As it is my world and my words.

They are allowed generously by me,

to read, re-read, prescribe and educationalize,

but shouldn’t’ or mustn’t rewrite even a letter!

 

Don’t label my attempts:

As a Poor blind’s ventilations or outpourings,

Because I carry a rich darkness,

Hidden profoundly inside me,

You may not know it’s potential,

As you rely upon the blaming brightness,

I excavate words from the unfathomable bottom,

Of the dazzling dimness and begetting blackness!

 

I had been given inadequate mentions,

To render your body of letters pure.

And told often my body is impure,

Your letters and conscience are distanced from me,

And have kept me below and behind you.

And made me an entity of your beside and aside.

I cannot and do not want your papers,

To figure and trigger me with the abled vigor!

 

To lift up your normality flag:

You subject and object me,

Refuse and confuse me,

But I don’t care because I have the pairs,

Of accessible tools and successful goals,

To type down the now and then of me,

Do come with your visual sights to explore my virtual sites,

Only to read not to misread about me!

 

Dr. U. Mahendran!