In the quiet symphony of my life’s decree,

A squinted path, a canvas, bold and free.

Awakening with hope, a morning’s cheer,

Yet shadows loom, whispers of fear.

 

Surgery’s embrace, a dance with the blind,

Veiled days in darkness, resilience I find.

Through the void, tactile whispers trace,

A journey of courage, an intricate grace.

 

Beneath the surgeon’s hands, in the blindfolded mist,

A metamorphosis, a tale to enlist.

Blindfolded days, a world unknown,

Yet within that darkness, strength was sown.

 

In the realm of shadows, bullying’s sting,

Mocking whispers, laughter’s cruel swing.

Squinted eyes, a target for jest,

Yet resilience grows in the wounded nest.

 

Through the corridors of hurtful gaze,

A spirit tested in bullying’s blaze.

Squinted eyes, not a flaw to bear,

But a testament to the strength I wear.

 

So, in the echoes of dental dread and blindfolded strife,

A masterpiece emerges, a resilient life.

Squinted eyes, once a source of pain,

Now a symbol of courage, a triumph to gain.

 

Yusuf Shrestha 

BBM VI Semester

United College, Lalitpur