The Blind Man And His Dog
The blind man and his dog
walk through the mist,
walk through the fog.
The blind man and his dog
walk down the sloping hill,
towards the mall of Darjeeling.
The blind man and his dog
walk past the lonely clock tower,
drenching in the sudden shower.
The blind man and his dog now stop
in front of a lazy morning shop.
The blind man smells freshly baked bun,
The blind man feels the warmth of the sun.
The dog is eyeing on a bone,
but will not leave his master alone.
The blind man packed bread and sausage,
the dog now leads him to their cottage.
The blind man hears the whistle of the toy train,
the blind man walks down the busy sunny morning lane.
— Antara Datta, 30.3.2020
About “The Blind Man And His Dog”
This is the first English poem I penned in my life. The texture of a bathroom tile which appeared like a blind man walking through the mist created the first line in my mind. Then gradually the story of the blind man unfolded line by line.