I saw the hand, it held a cane.
I saw the eyes, they held tears.
I saw the lips, it held a smile.
I heard the words, they meant a prayer.
I looked at the blind boy standing quietly.
Why is he smiling? thought I,
His calmness was a lie?
He sensed me standing close by,
snd said: Do you need help?
This made me yelp.
I realised in the city,
He was being gritty.
I was looking at him with pity,
But what he needed was empathy.



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