Mirror of the Mind

As it is ascribed
And as described

World seems to be beautiful
With colors colliding dutiful

Much different from that of mine
Where Blackness keeps me fine

In my point-of-view
Only very few knew

That it is this sharp sight
Which arises all bad fight

I laugh at those people
Who pity at my pupil

What i expect is empathy
What i get is just sympathy

The real eyes can't see
Soul's sweet most glee

But with mind's true eyes
My visibility has no bise

What if I remind eyeless
When other senese are flawless

Vision can never
Stop my life's mission

I am Born Blind
With a heart so Kind