He was so kind;

Took care out and within,

Never left anyone in the hind.

Someone asked,

' What are colours?

The mere red, blue, pink of flowers.

Without seeing how would you define?

Or are you just fine?'

To this he replied,

'The red you bleed,

Please heed!

The black on your head,

The green leaves the trees shed.

The golden shine in the crown,

The tree barks with the brown.

The white is in your bone,

The silver in the sword shone.

The man asked, ' But how you see?'

He kindly replied,

'I just feel.

This is how my pains heel'.

The man said,

' Never will I make a mistake

By naming you a blind in my first take.'