What if I couldn’t see?
I wouldn’t know how to be.

What if I couldn’t walk?
I wouldn’t be able to go to the park.

What if I couldn’t smell?
I wouldn’t know early monsoon shower smell.

What if I couldn’t feel?
I wouldn’t even know how to heal.

What if I couldn’t taste?
All the gourmet food would go to waste.

What if I couldn’t touch?
I wouldn’t know love as such.

What if I couldn’t cry?
I wouldn’t be able to let go of grief even if I try.

What if I couldn’t smile?
I wouldn’t be able to feel light even for a while.

I can do all of these things
Lord, it’s a blessing.

, These are the gifts
We realize when we are unfit.

I have really no clue
How the less privileged do.
I guess with courage and acceptance
They go on with grace.

Mamta Agarwal

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-if-86/