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Showing posts from February, 2011


It was a fine morning The songs of birds, the warmth of sun A divine breeze was blowing Carrying the fragrance of heaven I felt so blessed And tried to open my sleepy eyes But they were heavy Too heavy to lift them up I felt helpless...I cried...I wept And when those tears rolled out... They moistened and soften my eyes With my fingers I pulled my eye lids up And it was dark...absolute darkness The warmth, the fragrance, the music There was nothing...except that abysmal darkness I cried,” have I become blind? “ And he laughed...No dear, you always were... But from now you are no longer... And he switched on the room’s light  I was no more a blind.