Ratna Prabha
The verdant valley soothes her soul,
Greens, browns, purples, pinks, reds, and more
Scattered wild, unpredictable, beautiful and bold,
Her eyes soak in Nature’s wondrous amore.
She sees nothing but pitch black now,
Her eyes are damaged irrevocably.
Fumes of acid blinded her, and how,
Now she creates visions from memories dreamy.
Photo by Daria Nepriakhina 🇺🇦 on Unsplash
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A Touching poem in octave on lacking sight.
What a powerful and moving poem! The vivid imagery of the verdant valley and the contrasting darkness captures deep emotions beautifully. Your portrayal of the transition from sight to blindness is both poignant and inspiring. The way you convey her strength in creating visions from memories is truly touching. Your words evoke a profound sense of resilience and beauty.
Want to know the emotions Untold?
Look at the eyes and it will reveal the hidden truth
The joy, the pain and the happiness untold,
Will reflect in the eyes, showing like a mirror highlighting the real truth.