Tinkling trinkets, roaring trumpets
Whistling breeze
Rustling leaves
Aromas of cooking, soft satin,
Fragrant flowers
Pungent clovers
are familiar sensations
to a little boy
His life devoid of light
His eyes devoid of sight.
He's a blind boy
who stands in the planetarium.
The puzzled proprietor in his infinite wisdom
asks him-
"My dear little boy, how will you experience
the heavenly sights,
the meteors, comets and Mars?"
The boy smiles and replies
"Mr. Planet man, I'm not here to see,
I just like the idea of stars."
4 comments:
Sad but beautiful poem with the blind boy perspective!
Beautifully expressed :)
Thank you, Valli and Ghazala Hossain.
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