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

To see

The many living skeletons

Dragging themselves to death

From Burundi to Bangladesh.

It should have been an eye of Shiva

To see

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