People call you blind,
But I can't seem to find.
The reason of your beautiful smile,
That spreads across your face like Nile.
What do you see? And what do you feel?
In this bright vibrant world where nothing is still.
The tress, the birds and the people might seem so dark,
I wonder how you manage to keep up your spark.
You might know how to see the 'real' in people,
Not the fake shroud, but the one inside the bubble.
And praise them for the gem they really are,
Because we normal people, see only war.
So who is really blind? You or me?
You can feel things but I can only see.
Some say you are always dependent now,
But before you my virtual vision bows.
Soham Rudra Basak
Pic via: Gioia De Antoniis
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