They Say I Am Visually Challenged
I feel the heat
but not the light
what shall I do?
Oh what shall I do?
my heart sweats too.
Hold my hand,
hold my brush
and lead me on
away from this blank canvas.
Where is the palette?
Where is the color?
Let me draw a master piece
that befits this world.
Copyright © Sadagopan Sankaranarayanan | Year Posted 2019
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