He Sees

He is sightless, he is significant,
I can sort the waves of sound,
He enjoys them, but I destroy them with my sight,
Yet his eyes are like diamonds that are so pure
And so clean, that he sees everything he hears.
He is so intelligent with disease,
The illnesses of this Earth are upon us,
But he connects,
He improved his sight eventually
When the day finally arrived.
His test is to see,
And the doctor could see that he saw.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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