He cannot see the buzzing bees,
The dashing rivers or the deep blue seas,
Neither can he see the colorful flowers,
Nor the lightnings of thundershowers.
Mighty mountains,covered with snow,
Chirping birds,whether high or low,
All the natures beauty to him,
Are covered with darkness and are dim..
He has also never seen,
Men in anger turning green,
people hating one another,
A man killing his very own brother..
War,bloodshed and the gun,
All are unknown to the blind one,
He would have suffered pain,
Seeing blood instead of rain..
So,he could thank GOD for his kindness,
And be happy for his blindness....
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wow!! now this one is called a poet's view...
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