Blindfolded

Blindfolded...
On the pavements
Impatient we push
The traffic light.
Perhaps the light pole's
The summons spot?
Or the Pedestrian's
Just the place
The angel descended?
Blindfolded we walk and tour
Places beforehand determined.
We sigh and whimper
About sights missed
In reality though not meant
To be, but we moan blindfolded
Even as the picked roll off
The heavenly reels,
Our fate decided
Ahead the rules we make.
Beyond the length notated
Crowd the files we keep.

@ Safi Abdi, all rights reserved.

Why Blame Adam?

each to his grave...
it's the doings made
for the liar his speech of blame
accrue;
why blame Adam?

each in his seat recline
in bliss or torment earned
in melancholy remorse
or in peaceful repose;
why blame Adam?

it's the look
that stains the sight
the picture skewed
to the devil's delight
the immoral
becomes a matter
beyond reproach
and the deceived sponsor
the fraudster's case;
why blame Adam?

@ Safi Abdi 2004, all rights reserved.