She wished to see the world,
But heard its melodic tunes,
Like waves crashing against
The rocks and the sand dunes.

She was just a girl, who heard many things,
Some voices soft as butter, some strong as mead,
All of them circled in the little girl's head,
Who breathes life to these voices as she sings.

She wished to see world's beauty,
From redness of the sunrise to the green of the trees,
But she only heard of it in the songs she sang,
Shaping them in her mind's eye soon became her reality.

She was a little girl, blind to the people,
But that didn't stop her from seeking and hearing,
Newer things everyday, shaping and singing,
Of different oddities which made her very special.

She was just a blind girl, who couldn't see colours,
But in her mind's eye, was a picture waiting to be discovered.