My dear friends,
In my childhood I have learnt a lesson about a blind boy. (In my language – Sinhala) It name “Pure White”. Still remember, that lesson made big hurt for me.So, I have taken the spirit from that lesson to write my poem. I don’t know how many success my word, to describe it.
Someone belie me - Flowers are so nice
They have many colors - why colors unable touches?
Flowers have smell – Like kids so well
And they are soft - Really I know it
Has something light - Why I don’t know it
Pleas
