On a pleasant breezy evening
Tom,sitting alone on a bench
With his ears so sharp
Louder cry of lads competing with
Each other in spinning tops
Some of them are busy in
Shooting marbles out of the ring
Barking of small puppies
Playing with its master
Babies crying of fear and hunger
In their mother's hands
With a loud laughter and happiness
Every single puppet enjoying the evening
When tom, the visually impaired
Cherishing the beauty in his heart!