Just a little blind kid – By Niranjan Selvadurai Flowers are beautiful, so they say, Look, look along the path way, See so many colours bright, Red, yellow, blue, pink and white. Flowers have a sweet, sweet smell, That I do know very well, Their softness too, I can tell, But their colours baffle like hell! This thing called colour, I neither feel nor hear, Please tell me why, Mommy dear? What do “look” and “see” mean, oh so unclear, Are they things we do to items near? I am just a little blind kid, they say, Will I see, when I’m bigger someday? The day is warmer than the night, But what is this thing they call light? I know the sweet scent of flowers , But not their rainbow of colours. How would I know beautiful things? Stars that twinkle or rainbows in springs Are those tears dripping ...