The narrator reflects upon his life in a college hostel through the four years he is there. In the beginning he cannot care less for the beauty and the natural surrounding that his campus and hostel is placed in, but towards the end of the four years it sinks in. So that was the point behind the poem. I really can't read poetry without someone first telling me what it was intended for, therefore I included it. Enjoy.
'Darling day, would you say not?
Darling day, would you say not?'
'It is, it is'. The words die on my deafened ears,
Carried forth by the morning breeze;
Closed doors and drawn curtains were all they could meet.
Beyond my world, there lies another;
Between the two, lies no wall.
But crossing boundaries to places unknown is a feat like no other.
For in a man who knows not he is blind,
There is no world which he cannot see.
Woe unto me, for I can see, but am blind.
And can hear but am deaf.
A year has passed and the city is leaving me.
The flowers, the trees and knowledge are yet to flow in.
'Darling day, would you say not?'
Repeats, the bird, the question.
'It is, it is.' reply the trees in answer.
Faint conversations, I hear every morning:
Barely audible, but I reply yet,
'It is, it is.'
Sight and Hearing are funny things, I feel.
For once I was deaf but can now listen even to the silence.
And once was blind but can see even in the darkness.
Cause beyond the sounds, the sights and the smells that are the most obvious.
There dwells the world of the truest beauty,
The one with the taste of dew, the sight of butterflies and the silence of the stars.
And it is my last day here;
Somewhere in the distance I can hear faint conversations of humans.
A voice I know so well now, asks:
'Darling day, is it not?'
I do not pause and think;
'It is, it is.' I cry out aloud.