Blind (An Original Poem)
Blind
I was born with eyes that can't see
the beauty and magnificence of the world
around me
I do know what lies
ahead
I cannot see what I'm
being fed
I have never seen the
colour of the sky
In fact, no colour has ever
reached my eye
What then is colour,
so different and unique
Why should dark colours
make us feel hopeless and
meek?
I have never seen a
sunset, nor the sun so
bright
nor do I even know or
understand the concept
of light
So what is the light thing that
brightens our days
and warm my skin
with its hot summer rays
I have so many questions
of these things I cannot
see
I do no understand how
these words can even be
words like draw, imagine,
mirror, photo and pretty
can never breach my
mind-no matter how
witty
I don't understand art
museums - all those glass
boxes are art?
and what's the good of a
map if you cant see its
chart
all I know is smell, sound,
and feel
how do I know that my
presence is real?
Why do I travel when I
step inside a car
how can aeroplanes make me
go so far?
what does smile look
like?
or how about a sunset, or a
television or a bike?
people always have
questions for me
how can you walk, eat,
and sleep, if you can't
even see?
people have so many question
of a blind person's plight
but I have more question on
what it's like
to have sight.