a poem a day by A.J.Rao

Filling a blind spot

My eye would climb down
A gorge flowing with river

And it would spot a shrub
Leading a lonely existence

Somewhere down in slope.
I had the blind spot in eye

Mind would fill in, at point
Where the shrub led a life

As a sun and a shrub lived
Their complementary lives

Filling hole of a blind spot .
Wonder what a shrub fills

Its blind spot as it looks up
To find a human up there.

For all I see  in visual field
It might have been sheep.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s