“I cannot give them sight to experience the sunlight
but I can be the light in the darkness of their life
I cannot make them see the beauty of their face
but I can make them feel their inner beauty,
It makes no difference who invented bulbs to them
but I can make them discover the light within them,
They have never seen how a weaver birds build their nest
but I can make them weave their dreams to achieve them,
They have never seen the birds fly
but I am sure I can be the wings
to help them fly towards their goals”.
My experience with blind people…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem