They say it’s a bright day,
But for me it's darkness all around.
They say how beautiful the colours are,
I say I know only about black.
They see each and every object,
I can only touch and imagine it.
They feel I stand out in a crowd,
I say it’s because of my stick & dark glasses.
They say I should get sympathy
because my world is unilluminated.
But I ask for nothing,
because even though I’m sightless,
my vision is more than anything.
