His vision is impaired, so badly
Not a chance to regain near future
The opinion he heard calmly
And he himself took a firm opinion
My vision is my mind, and little children
Where my mind can with stand the handicap
Though old aged, this walking stick will help
He was feeling bad for sometime,
Not on the impairment of vision
But the thing that he cannot read the books
In clarity even if there is a powerful lens
The little one promised to the grandpa
Never bother my respected one, I am here
My eyes are strong enough to assist you
My vacant hours will be for you in future
When the time gets, I will read and please entertain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem