A blind man Walking

I see a blind man walking,
He is gliding across the street,
He is seeing things without light,
As he touches and he feels.

But I see no helping hand,
Nor does mine offer help.
I wonder why that is so,
Is my heart just like everyone else's.

Then I walk with closed eyes,
To feel the darkness with blind eyes.
I feel blessed now, I've no fear,
Of what may lurk, in the
Deepest waters and the coldest ice.

But the light is gone,
The hope diminished,
Of every impossible thing
That can be achieved.
With no eyes there are no lights,
And in the darkness, with no help,
Will we all perish?

So, I take a step forward,
Slow but sure I walk to the man,
He is still groping for a way;
No, not for a helping hand.

I take up his hand,
I see fear in the face, not in the eyes,
I take a step forward,
He follows with no clue.
Then I see a smile on his face,
As he finds out the touch is true.

The man thanks me,
He says he cannot be more pleased
To know, there are people still to trust,
And now, in life he says, he'll believe.

---Mohan