I see the colours, the patterns, the beauty around me;
I see the struggles, the battles and the darkness around me.
I see all that is black and white;
And all that is colouful around me.
I see hunger around me;
But the plates are empty.
I see the blind man standing across the street,
Waiting for someone to help him cross the road.
I'm but a pointless poet,
My eyes are tired,
I can see no more.
It is closed in helplessness.
I wish I could see more -
The plight of a man with sight.
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Thanks to Mr. Sudhir Rao, who made me better my lines.
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