– Rabindra Mishra
Normally, I don’t notice it
However, every New Year
Amongst the fireworks’ blaze
As crowds gawp with wide eyed awe
I see the blind London Eye deep in shame.
It should have been a Buddha’s eye
The many living skeletons
Dragging themselves to death
From Burundi to Bangladesh.
It should have been an eye of Shiva
The mute deaf demons
As they harvest human hearts
From the dry lands of Africa
To the mountains of Asia.
It should have been an eye but one that sees
But how could wise Londoners
Build a colossal blind eye
In the heart of this great city
And mock at her every year
By forcing brightness into blindness?
– Rabindra Mishra | 01 January 2006, London