Eyelessness


They cannot see the good you do
for goodness doesn’t scream or split its seams
They cannot see that you love the bitter freeze
as much as you love being baked in the sweltering sun
They cannot see why the rain dance of a peacock is only as beautiful
as the mating rituals of the raven
They cannot see that the heart has eyes
devoid of colour-coded genes
They cannot see beauty
They cannot see love
They see boundaries, borders, fences and barriers
They who are blinded by
lovelessness

©Reena Prasad

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