A Pinch of Spark

Dark, it stays, Dark , it grows, Darkness, only I say Coz, only darkness it shows. My thoughts though deep But, I do think dark, My life had a grip But, no bright sparks. The rainbow of joy, Nevertheless, I saw But what I enjoy, No one seems to know. Those colourful flowers, Is the only I could smell, Those unleashed powers , Are mine, I could never tell. Braille for blind, Gave me sticks to walk, But, what about that mind, Which never thinks or talks? My powers, my strength, All proved to be dark, My ability to glance, Was taken away, with sudden ray of spark. My life goes dark as clouds, Overloaded with only blackish dust, But, still someone calls loud To say, brightness is for sure and it is must... ~ Akshaya...