Experience

They haven't seen the world around
They cannot see
For them,
Their parents are like tiny dots
The rains are like curved lines
The nature is rhythmic lines flowing on paper
The cat is nothing but dots and scribbles
The mountains, family, flowers sun all are what they imagine it to be
They cannot see
They haven't seen the world around
And yet their drawings speak
Speak of how little we see.


Words cannot adequately express the experience of seeing the drawings created by the visually impaired. I am simply...