A dark world I live in;
I know not for what sin.
But like this was I born,
With both my eyes gone.

I knew of it slowly,
When I heard the word ‘see’.
Others came with this word-
Bright words in my dark world.

If only I had eyes,
Oh! For this my heart cries.
Oh! Just for a moment-
Then back into torment.

Then I would see sunlight!
Above the sky so bright,
Below beautiful trees,
Gently swayed by the breeze.

Each and every creature,
Carefully carved by nature.
But soft! What do I hear?
There are others I fear.

It’s a world of sorrow,
For both high and low.
It’s full of evil spite,
Horrible to the sight.

If it is in this plight,
I do not wish for sight.
Dark is your world of sight.
My dark world is more bright.