Story of a Blind Girl

My parents named me “Sparkler”, the day I happened to be born,

They had dreams that their home with radiance I would adorn,

But God willed it otherwise, gradually to sickness I lost my sight,

Though my world became all darkness, I had not the strength to fight.

When I sit in the garden, I can hear bees buzzing quaffing nectar,

I hear the warning cry of the jackals from the dense forests afar.

 Frogs join in a coarse chorus as they enjoy the bracing balmy breeze,

 But my world is all darkness! I would also like to see the multihued trees!.

I cannot read a story book, or go to a beach to admire the waves;

It would also be very exciting exploring the mysterious dark caves;

Or ski down the frozen mountains and then come to an abrupt stop,

Then climb up again to meet the fluffy clouds on the mountain top.

I have no friends with whom I can share all my thoughts and fears;

I cannot socialize, and enjoy freely without inhibition with my peers.

My world is a lonely place--morning, noon and night are all the same,

It’s my fate and God’s will! I have no complaints and no one to blame!