How Sad!!
By Sindhu, age 14

The rose he smelt
He walked to it and stood
Its petals with his hands he felt
For, smell and feel, he very well could.
Birds he heard,
flying and chirping
Above in the sky
So, he knew it was evening
'Cause then, to home, birds fly high
Smell, feel and talk, he could
Like anyone you can find,
But see, one day he would
'Cause, he was blind