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Be proud , the blind men are in history taking
See Juan Carlos González Leiva –The Cuban
In his stand- a pillar for the Cuban
of Human Rights of the BLIND.
See Miles Hilton-Barber – The British
traveler and climber
Together with James Holman then the Blind
Traveler so called.
The eye not to the world may confine
The truth that we oftentimes hide
A blind may surpass in vision the sane
in his ethereal competing time.
Where is Homer –the Ancient Greek orator
of the epic poems the Iliad and the Odyssey ?
Where is John Milton –the Poet who was
for the last twenty years of his life?
And though Milton lost his first eye
under the physicians’ pursuit
He procrastinated not in writing
his books on Paradise Lost
He lost his second eye
yet not his writings compelled.
What bravery that modest scrivener
to the world had shown
In his deep search for illumination
A light that some lost others behind
might find of merits to the mind.
Lo ! how precious eyesight to writings compare
That Milton did never falter to devote.
In the same wave Nikolai Ostrovsky, Aldous
Ved Mehta, Jorge Luis Borges and Taha
Had to the world shown their great talent
engraved their names.
God alone the supreme
had in life them endowed
with an enflaming flame
That lightens in black nights
when torches to destinations redeemed.
Nabil our great scholar in his long
Had thought it right all right
That success was not an easy game to gain
Hence he cast away laziness in a peevish
And Wrapped for his master degree
With an offhand ease that he profused in
He swam and strove the meddling waves
As a brave soldier standing on his alert.
The world is light for the blind
As the night is dark for the sane
The blind , should no more be seen
For richness in hearts and faith abide.
The blind that in his demeanour oft
Can travel to far distant summits marking
Let us then observe the Ugandan-Norwegian
Tofiri Kibuuka - One of the first three
To reach the summit of Mount Kilimanjaro
With pride that echoed his warm chest and
And not far from the same trend, Erik
The First blind person to reach the
summit of Mount Everest
Venturing time, defeating the pleasure of
his own rest.
See how those who see are often blind
For the truth in them
Is not yet discerned
Hence,we may live blind
yet with true vision
Than eye sane with bad deeds
The blind , my dear , had over time
And defied the world with strong records
The blind is no more to the chairs
But roves the world and sets the alerts
on the scenes.
See Doc Watson – the guitarist and Stevie
In his Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
And Song writers Hall of Fame inductee.
See Terri Gibbs – the country music
singer and musician
Lulling Akbar Khan the Indian singer.
See Maati Bachir in his golden voice
Echoeing the Algerian music Halls
in solo , the swans Oum Kalthoum and Saliha
the Little great
Chanting whetting their throats
Amidst the world of the blind names are in
See Esref Armagan, the Turkish painter
Who was born blind
See Didymus the Blind – the
See Ed Lucas –the Sports writer and Francis
Joseph Campbell –
the Anti-slavery campaigner
See Colin Low, the Dalston, Member of the
House of Lords.
Blindness, this faculty, stirs
the spirits in muse,
Long pages in ink scriveners
will not suffice
In conveying the secrets
The blinds may enfold.
The world counts in deeds yet not in years,
That man’s outward eye
Often failed to contemplate and gaze.
At times ,onlookers project in distant
Yet they missed the target,
They missed the promiscuities.
The blind may scent his tears when
For having not touched and not felt the
Yet, the sane may lose his tears in
For having wept for the mirage yet in
See the blind and appease his ailed heart
Lest his inner traits forget the appaling
And laugh in serenity the mocking world
The world of eyen two, yet in essence
Bouazid is a graduate and postgraduate lecturer
in the English Department University Mohamed Boudiaf, Msila, Algeria. He has
an MA in psycho pedagogy and TEFL, a MEd (with specialisation in
Environmental Education (UNISA) and a Teacher Trainer Certificate of Advanced
Studies from Lancaster University. In addition, he is recently awarded a
completion certificate with Middle East Partnership of the best practices in
teacher training programs. Mr Bouazid is a freelance writer for the London
School of Journalism and he is a sixth year doctorate student at the
University of Batna, Algeria.