AA ( / India)


I saw a handicap,
who soon blind my ken.
He was gaint and fat,
Noting was in his hand.

Steet lamps gave lights behind,
under he was wandering like blind.
He wanted a stick for balance,
I gave him a stick for balance.

my young heart happy,
and he was blessing for me.
His grey hand on my head.
and i led his home that behind.

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