Living as blind

Beliefs and faiths are mist
That blurred my vision
At the dawn of my life.
Beliefs and faiths are the dust
That blurred my vision
At the dusk of my life.
In between I shut myself
Against the heat of the world.
Who ever lived without regrets
That he had been as much blind?
25.05.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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