INNER EYE

Inner Eye

Shock it was when my child opened his eyes
For he looked all around yet looked at nothing
Years of wait,,years of prayers
All had come to nought.

I wailed in vain and tore my mane
Cursed my stars and cursed my clan
Why, oh why! had this visited me
This curse of a blid first born.

I hated my fate and loathed my mate,
Together we searched in vain for a light
Yet, we could never hate him or his fate
For was he not our love's first child?

The tears dried up and the smile started up
As we found the child had all but his sight
The drip of the tap or the chug of the train
Made him sit up and take to rap.

With joy we found his yen for the song
With glee we saw his step after step
Be it the table or be in his cradle
Soothed was he with a song that we sang.

Much as he yearned for the sight of the sky
Much as he was intrigued with his missing sight
Glad was he that he had ten points of touch
Much against the two we called our sight.

His growth was a melody, so was his song
The more he listened, the better he sang
Moking at the power we called our sight
Making life rosier with his inner sight.

As he stands on the stage and he sings
Much do I wonder,so do my mate
Why,oh why, did we cry at his sight
Can there be a better sight than he with the mike?