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Visionless

Born with a curse, beginning with a cry, 
Left the Heaven for this World to try
And to inundate their lives with joys and love, 
Do any magic verses could cure them and how? 

Starving in the dark, they wonder; 
Perverting – being born here was their blunder.
Daunted they make a step, but never knew where, 
Frail they are since blind they were.

Twice lonely as the Moon, 
Living with the love to see this World soon.
Care, aid and senses they need, 
Reach things slowly as they are weed.

None could explain them what a colour is, 
Its also the ugly sins they miss.
Wish, may all the blinds see the World – rather
The World should not see any blind further. 

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