BLESSED ME AS A BLACK

Black has subjected me,
To brutal strokes of destiny.
Nevertheless, I will not blame the man
Who blessed me as a blind?
Because, my happiness is so bright
Although, days passes with night.

Can see no beauty on this;
Beauteous earth or I cannot;
Watch the bloom of flowers
But, I can feel the silken;
Beauty of its full bloom.

I may not see the beauty;
Of sliver moon or twinkling
Star in the darkness
But, I can feel their existence
In the reflection of calm and rest.

Perhaps, black is precious gift of god
That blessed me, that means,
It is better than the brightest gem
I am proud to be in black.