Years back, I had a dream;
Had a vision of you and me.
Remember?
Putting you in front,
I would love to walk behind.
Tracking your footprints was my habit
Of favourite kind.
And,
The vision was not away from that;
You were walking ahead
Leaving me back.
Remember?
You would show me the path
As the white cane to the blind.
But, in the melancholy vision
The white cane not did I find.
Watching you leave,
On the sidewalk did I stand,
Persistently was I calling out your name,
Waving, holding out the right hand.
Anxious, devastated me was shouting
Not understanding what was going on;
As, believed, seeing me into the inferno
My white cane would never leave me alone.
Not turning back,
Into the mist did you walk.
Aiming to enlighten others,
You handed me over to the luck.
Standing rooted on the pavement,
Wondering was I, letting out sigh;
Without the cane
How the blind would cling to the life?!!
Throughout the way did I fish around;
Alas! The cane was lost, lost for good.
Years later,
Waking up from sleep
The blind has reached for the cane,
Her pacesetter, to grip.
Alas! Nowhere is it to be found;
The white cane is gone, taking away all the hue
Shrieking, the lady thuds on the ground,
Hearing the tears whimper, "The dream has come true"
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