He bent and gazed at me
with those cold eyes...
lips seemed to mutter,
lost as if in a way,
afraid to move further.
Still as a painted picture,
in the wink of an eye...
he touched my hand and
begged for help, I crossed
the path and led him to
his abode, grateful, he took me in
and vowed to be friends forever...
He thanked God since then,
blindness not a curse any more
but a bliss he considered,
and since then we crossed
so many roads, he saw
through my eyes the beauty of nature.
We walked side by side, sweet companion,
honored to have such a friend,
who never parted from me till death,
put an end...
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