He walks with a cane in his hand,
with energy sufficient enough to conquer the world.
his gleaming,dazzling eyes of darkness see it all,
even the stories the eyes of light could never imagine
my wondering heart questioned me,
how would it feel to not able to see what is on your plate,
but then I answered it,
the eyes of light are always stuck in an ignorance bliss and see nothing,
he can go where no one else can go,
he amazes me every-time I meet him,
like a mad woman laughing at the rain,
be it with the striking memory power,
or giving me directions on road,
My eyes which know the darkness in my heart,
are soothed beneath his loving eyes and helping hands.
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