[(‘“*JiĢäR*”’)]

May be one day the curtain will rise
Gone will be the darkness from my eyes
Does i want someone to die?
So that he can lend me his eye
People say i am going the wrong way
Though they fail to tell how should i
Distinguish between night and day
It is easier for them to say don't cry
Unknown of how is it to be without an eye
Those see wrong and never protest
Inspite of this they deserve the beSt
And i a poor innocent fellow
Deprived of even a hello
Depressed and lonely
Even an abuse would do good
To someone who is like me
Who doesn't have the ability to see
Let alone fight

By - Nivedita Dubey