What would life be <br />Without colours? <br /> <br />“I have no clue <br />What they look like” <br />Said Pushkar. <br /> <br />I have been <br />Blind <br />Since I was three. <br /> <br />His calm face <br />And confident pace <br />Showed his total <br />Acceptance. <br /> <br />He had an acute sense <br />And sometimes <br />While reading <br />To him <br /> <br />He would interrupt me <br />And say <br />‘Today you are not wearing a smile” <br />He could sense <br />My restlessness <br />Once in a while <br /> <br />At times <br />He too lost his composure <br />Naked with his emotions <br />Depressed about his future <br />And looked for solace <br />In his teacher. <br /> <br />Now he is a grown man <br />With a family of his own <br />And takes pride <br />That he can see <br />The world through their eyes. <br /> <br />He doesn’t believe <br />I learnt so much <br />Watching him evolve: <br />Hope, endurance, <br />Perseverance.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-is-the-teacher/
