by Vaidyanath Mishra ‘Yatri’ Blind life ! Thou desireth to measure depths with the stick of fondness Paths, open spaces, Khut, khut, khut, khut . . . Blind life ! Stupefied Then stand-still At the crossroads of two eras Lend intently ears of discrimination To all sorts, all absurdities. Blind life ! Placing hands on