I Am Blind But Blessed Poem by Nimmy Kudali

I was searching my way to exit
As there were many doors that exist
Then a man came to me and asked
'Can't you see, that way is closed'

I turned back to him with a smile and said
'oh, yes! i can't see, i am blind'
'sorry', he sympathized and fell into silence for a while
'How can the God be this cruel? '

'No, The God has really blessed me
And do you want to know how?
It is often the closed doors that you see
While i search for the opened one, as if now.

You count failed attempts and get depressed
While I keep struggling till I succeed.'
Its not just eyes that help us see
Its insight, the bless of God, that help me see.