Random Snap - Karachi City

An early morning view.

THE BLIND BOY

O Say what is that thing call'd Light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy;
What are the blessings of the sight,
O tell your poor blind boy!

You talk of wondrous things you see,
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night?

My day or night myself I make
Whene'er I sleep or play;
And could I ever keep awake
With me 'twere always day.

With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne'er can know.

Then let not what I cannot have
My cheer of mind destroy:
What thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy.

Written by C. Cibber

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Found this poetry while going through a very old volume of THE GOLDEN TREASURY. Who else could set up a better example of self motivation then the poet himself? :) This is just beautiful and I hope that whoever goes through this shares my sentiments on this.

My Latest Pencil Sketch

Posting this as my first publish in this Blog as this is the first sketch I have worked on in 2009.