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COLOUR BLINDNESS
I’ve a disability, Known as colour blindness. It means I can never see An object’s true likeness. What others may see as red, I may see it as green. I see only gray shades where Others see a bright sheen. When my wife is buying clothes, To her I can’t explain, Why for colours that move her, I have, rather, disdain. My artistic talents from Painting I did withdraw. That this would be suicidal, Plain as my hands I saw. Yet what has been painting’s loss Is now poetry’s gain. I am a poet as from Painting I did abstain. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format • Awarded second prize in We Are Not Disabled Contest, "We Are Not Disabled Contest" M C Gupta 3 April 2007
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