The wind blew past this way
aloof, unheeding of me.
I, by myself sat on the subway
letting it swallow up me.
What was I doing on the subway?
You ask me so noncholantly
'searching for you, stupid of me'
I answer gritting my teeth, solemnly.
'Supposedly you did. But why?'
The wind knew not of me.
Supposedly I did and why?? you fool!
Because I'm blind and will be.
Malsha Walgamage©
17 March 2011
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