Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Seeing with my heart


The joyful squeals of children fill the air
As they run around me
Not that they realise I'm there.

Their happy voices, innocent hearts
Faces filled with laughter,
Being themselves in the feeling of security.

I can imagine them chasing each other,
Kicking a ball about,
Having tiffins prepared by loving mothers.

My world of darkness cannot stop me.
Though my eyes can't see, my heart feels.
It is devoid of prejudice that comes with sight.
I'm all ears when spoken to,
Reaching out my hand in trust and faith.

O life, if seeing was everything,
The sighted would have been alive.