Going down the lane,
I saw a big cane,
Lying idly on the middle,
Creating a perplexing riddle,
The passers crossed over,
With a slight tremor,
No one dared to take,
As though it was fake,
Lest it would turn like,
A hideous omen alike,
Marking a risk too much,
Dispensing a terrible fear as such,
A man came groping towards it,
With uneasy effort lifted it,
Surprised the spectator’s find,
That he was blind.
