Being Blind Poem by Hardik Vaidya

How does it feel after polluting the world?
Hello! I am polluting the planet just as you,
Therefore I feel like your brother long lost.
No dude, be kool, wasn't referring to the Carbon,
I was referring to the other black, which you write
And pollute with your fancy pen.
Whoa, just hold on a sec,
That's not pollution,
At best its creative purgation.
Bro don't be fancy, hit the nail
And lets drink up the pail.
That's not fair,
Your pail is fairer than my Braille
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