<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Blind Boon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bore me my mother for months nine, <br>Having own dreams in the world of mine, <br>With zeal to make me a complete man <br>She alone I say had crossed horizon.<br>Her ambition about son seems pure as heaven<br>Her heart oh god! Is purest of pure even<br>She is the living god I am for sure<br>Then the day came for me but in dark<br>In doctors arms’ crying for light was I<br>But who understands! ! ! I see only night<br>Complained the man then<br>Blind is your son, dream now if you can<br>My mother as I feel was hurt deep<br>She has still her ambitious oath keep<br>She says me today regarding “lucky”<br>Son you see a world very different and worthy<br>The dark black sky is that I see<br>All around the world from head to knee<br>The seven colors of the nature<br>Is the life of my worlds lustre<br>I see my own flowers and gardens<br>Enjoying the colored seas and dark dens<br>My own people, my own world, <br>My own….. My own…………. my own…………………….<br>Tears do still tickle down my cheek<br>When my heart says being weak<br>What if I own a golden world? <br>I cannot see one who gave me birth<br>In this regard I fail to reserve my berth.<br>Jealous I am of those who read this<br>For being gifted with eyes to see your mom with out miss! ! ! ! ! !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=BhanuPrakash+Singh">BhanuPrakash Singh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351155" data-title="The Blind Boon de BhanuPrakash Singh" data-description="Bore me my mother for months nine, Having own dreams in the world of mine, With zeal to make me a complete man She alone I say had crossed horizon. Her ambition about son seems pure as heaven Her heart oh god! Is purest of pure even She is the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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