Blindness evaporating from a child's mind,
As the radius of the circle increases in the black triangle,
Little by little the white paper get soaked in red ink;
The child screamed in fear of seeing RED for the first time.
The paper cramped more and more as the graphite of the pencil got wet in red ink ,
The child feared darkness all her life;
But,
now she fears RED more ,
The cramped paper is now back to normal,
Though the redness is still constant,
And,
another thing didn't change,
The fear in her eyes,
The fear of knowing unknown.