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.