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A Game of Guessing

Destiny has always been unfair,
Some end up lucky, while some in despair.
They touch, feel & read by pressing,
Life for them is a game of guessing.

We better agree that our lucks must be bright,
We have been gifted with the vision of sight.
We know how the sun sets and rises,
What the world looks like, what all it comprises.

Impaired but ambitious,
Disabled but precious.
Each one of them has a different spark.
Remember, no blind is afraid of dark.

Writers, teachers, photographers,
They have potential we don't see,
And sometimes it just occurs to me,
Are they blind? Or are we?

We must show gratitude towards this blessing,
Our life could've also been a game of guessing.


                       — Balshree Adityaa Wagh
                            04 April 2017



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  1. That's absolutely genius. Your work has always had a different zone set apart from the capacity of what we probably think about pain and life. It does convey the desired message truthfully and makes us wonder how far we have come; come nearer to the conclusion. We are blessed and so are them; in different balls.
    -gRAVIty

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