Good morning, friends. Today I will be sharing a small poem which is titled as Blind. The poem goes like this don't let the burning soul die in your arms. You often kept them closed as it was cold. I was looking for your eyes when you thought I was blind
See. You can have eyes and still be blind. You can be blind and still you can see. That's the power of feelings. That's the power of instinct. But sadly, many times we only use our eyes to see, not a soul to see. And in this transaction, many times, what seen, what needs to be seen is not seen. A very good point, a very good title and a very good message. Thank you for this beautiful