The eyes of heart

As I walk down the alley,
Enjoying a lovely evening stroll in the valley,
I hear a few sighs,
A string of pitiful cries,
A bystander exclaims,
"A poor Surdaas",he claims.


They all look at me with sad eyes,
Shouting hallelujahs,why i had to pay such a price,
It makes me feel so sick,
Their stares all around me prick,

I want to tell them,their pity doesn't help,
'cause they make me a weaker self,
I want to tell them i may be blind,
but I am just another one of their own kind,
I may not have sight,
But I can feel the world so bright.

I see,what eyes donot show,
I see,what colours donot seem,
I see,through touch of things,
I see,the sounds of winds.

They say that god is so unfair,
I say he shows everyone equal care,
When he took my sight,
He blessed me with courage to live and fight,

People say I can't see,
A terrible punishment by thee,
I ask them what do they know,
About the nature in which we grow,
Do they see petals of a rose,
Covered with dew in all its grandiose,
Do they see a little child's smile,
giving you a joy gracile,
I tell them my hands are my eyes,
And i don't need their cries,
I tell them,I pity them,
For all their eyes see is sorrow and mayhem,
for although they have sight,
But all they see is fright.

They don't know what is it to see,
The feeling of a world so free,
The eyes outside donot matter,
They don't help you see any better,
but its the heart that shows,
Taking you through your highs and lows,
Because god is there,
Spreading the spirit of love everywhere.