I may not see as well as you do
And I may stumble a time or two
But I find delight in refrain
Feel sunshine, hear rain
As well, nay better, than you do.
I may not be formed in a way that you are used to
And my clumsiness may slow down our games too
But you should see what I do
With a paintbrush or two
I could teach you about beauty. And poetry too
I may not be the
brightest in my batch
And my speech may not be up to scratch
Though my thoughts are confined
I am loving and kind
My heart is open, generous and quite a catch.
Your words, I don’t hear them at all
And music can never hold me in thrall
But I can feel all you feel
And see all you reveal
I can’t hear; doesn’t mean I can’t sense it all.
By Dr Upreet Dhaliwal, Professor of Ophthalmology, UCMS
& GTB Hospital, Delhi