I saw a visually challenged child,
And to fathom her state I tried,
Fear and despair ran down my spine,
To think she knows not what is sunshine
I closed my eyes to create the darkness,
But, streams of visuals flashed up in brightness,
Images of the things I had always seen,
Stored as memory deep in my brain
The colours and contours,
The shapes and sizes,
The big and small,
The far and near
With nothing in store,
For the child to recall,
Tried as hard and more,
The attempts bounced off the wall.
But the child can paint,
An elephant as an ant,
With her pure, unpolluted imagination,
To shape any wonderful creation
