Elegy of a Pellet Victim

now I cannot see the color of my clothes I wear everyday now I cannot see how my brother looks as a groom. the color of my world is lost, my eyes don’t see (now) except darkness for I dared to ask for my right- freedom. I am the only one whose eyes can’t see, I thought till I saw my comrades in the same line holding sticks our oppressor will be happy to give us this gift, I think neither I can recognize my friends, nor they can see me for being sightless, I cannot play with my friends: can’t join them when they call the arena, where I’ve spent my whole childhood has now become a strange place for me I remember those days, when I used to write my personal diary now it seems, my eyes have betrayed me in writing my ordeal those desires and aims which I had, have lost their value now. now it seems, “to survive in darkness has taken birth as my new ambition”