Found a man in the street of vague and ambiguity
I called and said hi cos it was a radiant day
But there was only radio silence
When I didn’t hear him say a sentence.
I moved closer to where he was
Intrigued by the way he responded
Then I saw he was blindfolded
Deprived to see the multitudes of the earth cos he was blinded.
Blinded by different dimensions
In a world that taught him nothing but strict defense and senseless rejections.
He could hear my voice so I told him various stories
One was of a girl who tried to put the rainbow in a bottle to keep her happy all day
Another was of an old man who complained why he couldn’t pull his rickshaw one day
Next was of a man who threw black pepper dust on air so others could sneeze and fear the day
Then he laughed so hard I wondered
Because those were stories of success, strength and beautiful struggles.
So I asked him why and he answered
“I’m glad I was blindfolded not to see their sadness
In a world ruined by madness.”
That moment I realized why he was blindfolded
Not by fate
But by free will —
He was happy for his eyes concealment.
All throughout he chose to be indifferent.
And never looked the other way.