WHAT IT's LIKE TO BE BLIND?
Change of colour,
Change of sight,
Making me bitter but asking to go on at the same time.
Listening the blow of wind,
Feeling the sunshine.
Tracking my path down,
Leaving the crowd speaking behind.
The sounds that evoke a surge of memories,
Making me wonder where could I be?
A rush of dark thoughts, running through my head,
Asking a question where could it end?
Churning my stomach,
Freezing my heart at spot,
Making me realize what have I lost?
Sudden tide of wave came in my mind,
Questioning that mighty,
Why was is he so unkind?
Ignoring the fact now,
What it's like to be blind?
A wash of relief ran through my veins,
When the familiar fingers guided my way.
A touch of warmth,
The sense of shine,
A feeling of being loved,
Telling me that I'm same, even if I'm Blind...
Simranjeet
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PoetryA boy who cried.. A boy who cried, with a sigh and small smile, Knowing that he has to stand again and continue his fight. . . . . . . . . . . Hey Guys to read more check out this book filled with my own poems & thoughts from my personal experiences...
