I m scared that one day... /
i am going to lose my eye-sight... /
because of these feelings, /
which suppresses me like a charm... /
and this would happen for few seconds... /
and i would feel like i am losing... /
my vision to see when they.. /
suppress me and this hurts, /
because i am still a child /
and i am still enjoying my youth... /
Imagine...being blind at an early age /
It is not fair to be honest... /
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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