THE BLIND

The blue colour above,

Green at the bottom,

Blooming of flowers,

Water making showers,

All can see,

Except for some special ones,

Those who are the brightest at their hearts,

But darker for others,

Grief for their mothers,

Sometimes it bothers,

They can sense but not look,

Be it something big or merely a hook,

They are someone unique,

Their hearts are boutique,

They dream vivid,

Colours in their thoughts,

Chaos in their imagination,

Living to their fullest,

They are richer than us

In terms of vision,

As they can't see,

The dark face of society!!