THE VISION OF BLINDNESS

I was sitting in my garden, living in my own world. She asked me for my pardon, to have called me a blind. I didn't see the beauty of the girl, for I could not, but her voice stirred my heart, making me blush. I touched her dimples, which felt deep like the ocean. I wish I could swim in that, but I could not. She brushed off my hair falling into my eyes. I touched her sweet smelling hair, which felt smooth like a waterfall. She whispered something in my ear, which I heard for the first time. but I accepted it just to make her happy. She sat on my lap. She felt as light as wind. She kissed my forehead, And I could feel her beauty. - S. Charu Nethra