Monday, 28 March 2011

Sight

With the gift of sight,
Yet some can' really see,
Right, wrong, good, bad, can't differentiate,
Because one only see what one wanted to see.                                                                                                                                     


But some who lost their sight,
Have better wisdom than anybody,
See and feel with their hearts,
Colour, looks, race remain words only.

Prescription: We are humans, we are one big family.


(28.03.11-Monday)

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