I Am Blind
I Am Blind1 min 12.4K 1 min 12.4K
The caring face of my mother, I have never seen;
I cannot differentiate the colours, red or green;
I do not know the beauty of a soft blossoming rose,
Or the shimmer on a silver river, as it languidly flows.
I hear the melody, in a distant nightingale’s song;
I empathize in her ecstatic rapture, and sing along;
For me it is only darkness, whether day or night!
I’d also love to see the little birdies, in their flight!
I can feel the heat of a flame, and the cold of ice,
I can hear horses gallop, and the squeak of the mice.
I can hear excited fans cheer, at a match of Football;
I enjoy the delicious aroma, wafting from a food stall.
But why for me this agony, this undeserved curse?!
My future has been strangulated, it cannot be worse.
I’ll not be able to see ever, how will I spend my days,
Devoid of the glimmer of hope, devoid of Sun’s rays?