The man was blind in love,
and she became his Braille
But how could a blind man
see the true colours of the pages?
They were all revealed when the light
of her friend's car fell on his eyes
On the passenger's seat, his book was on fire.
Copyright © Ishwar Prakash | Year Posted 2022
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