Thanks to those candles...

This poem is about how a blind person feels when he is going to undergo an eye transplant surgery tomorrow...


Dawns and Dusks have made no difference yet in my life and I have crossed them many…
Will they make a difference tomorrow...
I can feel the alacrity in me to see that real dawn in my life optimistically by tomorrow…
Tomorrow is just another day for others…
For me it is a day which is going to yield answers for my lot many hows and lot many whats that lie deep in my heart…
A day on which my drools imaginations and wild fantacies are going to get life…
How will a full moon look like...
I know it is a white circular object…
But what is white and how a circle will look like…
How will that sweet little bird look like whose voice energizes my every neurons and blood corpuscles….
How those indefatigable sea waves gallop and chase one another but never get caught or catch other waves…
How will my favorite thorny jack fruit look like which has a soft and tasty stuff inculcated in it…
Above all how will my dear –near ones look like … till now their voce had only been the index of their mind to me…
I pelt million similar questions at me and my heart sometimes reaches the nadir as I fear if these questions go unanswered…
Hopefully by tomorrow I get answers to all my lot many hows and lot many whats…
I always believe candles are richer than electrical lights …
A candle can lit another candle…
Thanks to those candles which are going to lit my life tomorrow…