The Blind Man

By Adenuga Babatunde

Hands gripping the staff

Always rummaging for the cudgel
To move
His staff
His first leg goes before

Happy is the silent man
Though in life’s darkness
Yet in the happiness of the heavenlies

For what strains my shapeless eyes
And conk my heart
Is it the lust of the eyes?
Or my legs taking me to destruction?
A disaster I could avoid

Yet you are blameless
No life distraction to sink you
You know not how death strikes
Nor the colour of delight
My knowledge of this is killing

You are innocent
Blindness serves
Doing as if they are not

To many deceitful life images.

(Adenuga Babatunde is an emerging Nigerian poet and prose writer)