He loves to give light <br />To those deprived of sight. <br />Hence for them he opened <br />A school in his premises. <br />In those little eyes <br />Which saw no skies <br />But still desired to rise <br />He saw a fresh delight <br />For the fragrance of flowers <br />They knew not <br />Were red or white. <br />So whence <br />I know not <br />But he has brought <br />A breed of thornless roses <br />By their windows <br />To give them <br />The delight of the scent <br />The source of which <br />When they will run <br />Their fingers to feel <br />That their fingers <br />May not bleed, <br />That they may enjoy a joy <br />Which inflicts no pain! <br />Oh, is not he himself <br />A special breed of rose? ! <br />A rose without thorns <br />That he so kindly gave <br />To us, to this world!<br /><br />Kannan G<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/l-baba-amte-1994-a-rose-without-thorns/
