Beable The World! Poem by Sumita Jetley

In a café lit with quiet glow,
Where stories met the night's soft flow,
Ayaan stood, his cane in hand,
Once a builder of dreams, now on shifting sand.

"I designed the tallest towers, the grandest views,
Yet blindness taught me deeper hues.
Not the darkness, but what I found:
A world where silence becomes a sound."

Maya listened, her eyes alight,
A tech lead championing what's right.
"Progress, " she said, "is not what you see,
But how the unseen shapes reality."

Rahul rose, his voice unsure,
With a glove he'd made—a hopeful cure.
"But isn't invention the bridge we need,
To close the gap where hearts might bleed? "

Ayaan smiled, his gaze profound,
"Tell me, Rahul, have you touched the ground?
Have you asked the hands that speak with grace,
What they need in their time and space? "

The café hushed, then shattered wide,
As cups crashed loud on the other side.
A tray had tipped, a server bent low,
A prosthetic arm in the evening's glow.

Maya leapt, her hands a guide,
Helping to clear what spilled, what cried.
"It's not the arm, " she said with ease,
"It's balance we lack, assumptions that freeze."

Rahul stood still, the weight now clear,
"I've looked, but I've never truly been near.
Teach me, guide me, I'll start anew,
For progress begins with the things we undo."

Ayaan spoke, his voice a thread,
"Ignorance is not a curse, " he said.
"It's a place to begin, a spark to ignite,
But staying there blinds more than sight."

Maya added, her tone refined,
"Let curiosity open your mind.
Build not for some, but for every hand,
Design a world where all can stand."

The café emptied, the echoes remained,
Of coffee spilled and lessons gained.
And Rahul stayed, his questions a start,
To build with his hands, but first with his heart.

The bridge to progress isn't steel,
It's the courage to ask, the will to feel.
So listen, learn, and take your part—
Change begins with an open heart