Appreciate The God Given Gift.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

A man with a white stick walking on the street,
The ears sharpen the sense for the clues to get,
The nose may help him to identify a place through smell,
The tiles at the center may lead him as wheels.

He may step on anything that is left on the roads,
He need not have to worry about the visual loads,
He knows the direction by counting the steps,
He will reach his destination without any doubts.

He has no idea what color means,
He has no thought what light means,
except the heat that he feels,
and the breeze that reels.

He has to cook his own meals,
not seeing what he is doing,
clean, cut, cook and eat,
wash, dry, Iron and put.

Day and night same to him,
white and black same to him,
Moon and stars same to him,
Depth and height same to him.

As we see everything,
we complaint about everything,
but a man who can work in the pitch dark,
has no complaints,
that we can not work as him, in the dark.


Reason for writing this poem.

While the visually impaired people have managed to live on earth, the people with proper vision have lost their vision in many fields.