BY MAHIMA SHARMA   As I go to work…. I can see the Blind World around me, As I travel back home…. The same Blind World exists around me, Judging everyone around them… With brains shut and closed eyes.   All this world talks is “I and ME” All this world walks on, is broken dreams, Little do they care of the deprived’s screams, Perhaps … Continue reading Hear, O Blind World!