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One morning sitting near the window side
I waited for some light.
Not any light could I see
Not a bird flew, No trees around, all black
What happened, wondered I ...
For a long time I sat there
As if I had nothing to worry about and nothing to care about
I tried putting my head outside the window
And looked up to get some light
Still I didn't get any light
Nor could I see a flying kite.
Then a thought crossed my mind
Why can't I see light of any kind ?
I remembered I am not a man of normal kind
In fact I was a man who was completely blind.
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"My name is Vwastav Ghosh. I study in DPS, Agra. I wrote this poem
when I was 14 years old during one of my summer vacations. I wrote
it one day while sitting by the window side seeing the birds fly and
children flying kites. It's about a person who at first wonders why
he can't see the world around him, the freedom of the birds as they
fly from one place to the other and the small children who enjoy
themselves and don' t have to worry about anything. Then he finally
realizes that he is no ordinary man but a man who is visually
impaired." |
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