He relied on his sense of touch
Without having to say much
Randy was a young blind child
Brought up almost in the wild
Surrounded by illiterate lads
Who looked and behaved like little cads
Yet he was always very mild
A very gentle and well mannered child
Walking and feeling his way around
Which did everyone astound?
People would keep watching in awe
As he ambled towards the door
He did not trip
He did not fall
Nor did he for any help Call
He had no white cane
He simply used his alert brain
Then came his real test
He had to go to school like the rest
No teachers wanted him in their class
They feared he would never pass
If he from birth could not see
How would he even imagine a tree
Or learn the alphabets
He would be a drag on the other children
But the world is not short of good Samaritans
One came forward like an Aladdin
He led the boy to a distant cave
And with clay models and Braille
To him the required knowledge gave
Soon he gained enough confidence.
In his mentor’s loving care
he was able to shed his diffidence
He went back and joined school
Today he is looked upon by all
as a model child who answered his call
One who gives to hope
to all physically challenged children
That even in this tough and cruel world
Given a chance they will be able to cope.

Sandra Martyres

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