Blind (a poem)

Cribbing, crying, complaining
We often forget,
We are the fortunate kind.
Our world full of colours,
is black to the Blind.

The sun rays through your window
As the sun sets and rises.
You know how the world looks like
The beauty it comprises.

Talented and hardworking
Each has a different spark,
No blind fears the dark.

They have qualities,
Beyond what our well-functioning eyes, see.
Sometimes I think to myself,
Are they blind or are we?

Anjuli Acharya, UG Semester-4, Product Design, Unitedworld Institute of Design (UID)

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